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LAST night I single handed fough… To get my money or my life, and ve… I struggled with them on a cliff,… I hit another one a biff that daze… As fast as one was overpowered ano…
Out near the links where I go to… My favorite game from day to day, There’s a friend of mine that I’v… Walked with or broken bread with,… I’ve talked to him oft and he’s ta…
If it’s wrong to believe in the la… And to pray for Our Flag to the g… If it’s wrong to believe that Our… That honor’s her standard, and tru… If placing her first in our prayer…
He wiped his shoes before his door… But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his fe… Of dirt they’d gathered in the str… He stood and dusted off his mind
God made the little boys for fun,… He made their little legs to run a… He made them strong for climbing t… drums, And filled them full of revelries…
DOWN the lanes of boyhood, let m… Let me tread the paths of youth th… Let me wander once again where the… Freckled face and tanned of leg, r… Picking checkerberries as I laze…
Old years and new years, all blend… The best of what there is to be, t… Let’s bury all the failures in the… And keep the smiles of friendship… Old years and new years, life’s in…
Lady in the show case carriage, Do not think that I’m a bear; Not for worlds would I disparage One so gracious and so fair; Do not think that I am blind to
For strength to face the battle’s… For men that dare to die for right… For hearts above the lure of gold And fortune’s soft and pleasant wa… For courage of our days of old,
The brave man journeys straight ah… The coward goes Along his way in constant dread He’ll meet a friend in need, ahead… Or one he owes.
Taking medicine today isn’t what it used to be. Castor oil is castor oil, but they’ve banished senna tea, And they’ve sugar coated now all the bitter things we took, Mother used to brew...
F those who love us find us true And kind and gentle, and are glad When each grim working day is thro… To have us near them, why be sad? If those who know us best rejoice
Right must not live in idleness, Nor dwell in smug content; It must be strong, against the thr… Of foes, on evil bent. Justice must not a weakling be
She is gentle, kind and fair, And there’s silver in her hair; She has known the touch of sorrow, But the smile of her is sweet; And sometimes it seems to me
I’m standing at my lathe all day And this is what I hear it say: ‘The best of you, the best of me Are needed now across the sea. We do not hear the cannon roar,