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Father’s in the woodshed, Cleaning forty fish; Mother’s in the kitchen, Washing every dish; Sister’s upstairs making
The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and re… In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,
Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged… A stone-bruised heel or a swollen… And in sorrowful tones she tells m… She fell and 'hurted herse’f to-da…
My books and I are good old pals: My laughing books are gay, Just suited for my merry moods When I am wont to play. Bill Nye comes down to joke with…
I will lend you, for a little time… A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while he lives… And mourn for when he’s dead. It may be six or seven years,
How fine it is at night to say: ‘I have not wronged a soul to-day. I have not by a word or deed, In any breast sowed anger’s seed, Or caused a fellow being pain;
The strangest man I ever knew Is Ebenezer Pettigrew; Dropped in on him last night t’ ch… Of politics an’ this an’ that, An’ when he’d showed me to a seat
It’s the dull road that leads to t… The practice that leads to success… The work road that leads to the pl… It is trouble that breeds happines… It’s the hard work and merciless g…
I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ ov… Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk… Is my Pa. I’ve not been here long—my days ar…
You shall have satin and silk to w… When my ship comes in; And jewels to shine in your raven… When my ship comes in. Oh, the path is dreary to-day and…
Love Truth went forth on a search one d… I For the source of love that he… He had found its depth and its bre… He met a miser, bent and old,
I do not say new friends are not c… Or that their smiles ain’t genuine… That when a feller’s heart is crus… And teardrops come a-splashin’ dow… Becoz his grief an’ loneliness are…
DERE never was a man on earth So wonderful or clever, Dat ever found a way t’ live On dis ole world forever. Dere never was a man so rich,
THE man of his word met a maid on… I The fine art of swimming he off… If she ‘d go with him in the water… She sighed and said: ’ Mister, if… You must promise me faithfully her…
When day is done and the night sli… And I’ve turned my back on the bu… And come once more to the welcome… Where the roses nod and the childr… I tell myself as I see them smile