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One day, in ages dark and dim, A toiler, weary, worn and faint, Who found his task too much for hi… Gave voice unto a sad complaint. And seeking emphasis to give
The gentle hand of women folks Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care And makes the struggle fine. It turns to blue our skies of gray…
Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s t… They’ve always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to blame. From early morn to late at night,
’Tis a little old house with a squ… And a porch that seems made for ju… In the yard is a group of geranium… And a glorious old-fashioned peony… Petunias and pansies and larkspurs…
The choir we had in Pixley wasn’t… But today if I could hear it I wo… There warn’t a singer in it that c… To study with the masters and to l… There warn’t no variations, warn’t…
I think my country needs my vote, I know it doesn’t need my throat, My lungs and larynx, too; And so I sit at home at night And teach my children what is righ…
A friend is one who stands to shar… Your every touch of grief and care… He comes by chance, but stays by c… Your praises he is quick to voice. No grievous fault or passing whim
IF no one ever went ahead, If we had seen no friend depart And mourned him for a while as dea… How great would be our fear to sta… If no one for us led the way,
The smell of arnica is strong, And mother’s time is spent In rubbing father’s arms and back With burning liniment. The house is like a druggist’s sho…
WHAT would be the use of singing… If there was no little woman near… What would be the use of righting… If a little woman didn’t cease to… What would be the use of getting r…
MINE is a song of the average ma… Who has been on earth since the wo… You’ll find him kind and you’ll fi… You’ll find him cheerful and happy… He’s never proud and he’s never me…
Once the house was lovely, but it’… For time has come an’ stained its… An’ all that’s left for mother an’… Is to sit an’ tell each other what… We couldn’t keep 'em always an’ we…
A table cloth that’s slightly soil… Where greasy little hands have toi… The napkins kept in silver rings, And only ordinary things From which to eat, a simple fare,
Lord, let me stand in the thick of… Let me bear what I must without w… Grant me the wisdom to do what is… Though a thousand false beacons ar… Let me be true as the steel of a b…
Home is the place where the laught… And man should be found at his bes… Let the cares of the day be as gre… The night has been fashioned for r… So leave at the door when the toil…