Poems with rhymes of nails

We took a saw and several nails,
And water in the nursery pails;

Down Pleasure's stream, wi' swelling sails,
I'm tauld ye're driving rarely;
But some day ye may gnaw your nails,

He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,
His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as nails.

Yet in some things methinks she fails,
'Twere well if she would pare her nails,

The stranger's horse, as hard as nails,
Look'd fit to run for New South Wales.

I see quick things with ugly nails,
And hear their low half-smothered cries.
I hear men tell strange trembling tales

I am the spoil-sport a-gnawing his nails,
Boding disaster when merriment fails.

We've a dozen shellbacks forrard, and a skipper hard as nails,
And we're bound for old England and the January sales!

For nests. I got some timber, tools and nails,
And set to work. This method seldom fails.

For not the Desk with silver Nails,
Nor Bureau of Expense,
Nor standish well japann'd avails,

The barges are ringing while day avails,
With sound of hewing and hammering nails,

How could you, Sheelah, listen to his tales,
Or crack such lice as his between your nails?

And they climb the trees when it drizzles or hails
To get electricity into their nails;

A barrier built of blue-gum rails
As thick as a big man’s thigh,
And mortised into the posts – no nails –

Driving in the nails,
Smiling with his old grey eyes -
(Hush) ... telling fairy tales.

Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,
As if they had been dipped in gore,
I'd like to set you lugging pails

By radiant seas, in those time-hallowed tales.
Only, at times, implacable and cold,
From this blind gloom, stand out the iron nails.

And the copper nails
Stand about and sparkle in big wooden pails.

If Chloe o'er thy heart prevails,
She'll tear me with her desperate nails;

(You can always furnish cheaply, when your cash or credit fails,
With a packing-case, a hammer, and a pound of two-inch nails --