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Most every night when they’re in b… And both their little prayers have… They shout for me to come upstairs And tell them tales of gypsies bol… And eagles with the claws that hol…
Death crossed his threshold yester… And left the glad voice of his lov… To him the living now will come And cross his threshold in the sel… To clasp his hand and vainly try t…
If you would know a happy man, Go find the fellow who Has had a bout with trouble grim And just come smiling through. The load is off his shoulders now,
If he sunbeams will not start you… If the laughter of your babies you… Without little songs of gladness g… If their dancing doesn’t drive awa… If you don’t find happiness where…
Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.
MY father is a peaceful man, He tries in every way he can To live a life of gentleness And patience all the while; He says that needless fretting’s v…
COME here to me, little lassie o… And get in your place on your old… Put those chubby arms round where… And cling to my neck, for the day… And I need you, I need you to sca…
‘You’re spoiling them!' the mother… When I give way to weepy eyes And let them do the things they wi… Like cleaning up the jelly dish, Or finishing the chocolate cake,
If I knew a better land on this g… Where a man gets bigger money and… If the Briton or the Frenchman ha… I’d pack my goods this minute and… But I notice when an alien wants…
The lady what comes up to our hous… Is awfully poor, an’ she’s got Three babies t’ care for, an’ that… An’ that’s why she worries a lot. An’ Ma says her husband don’t hel…
OF ALL the ships that sail life’… The Comradeship’s the one for me; In weather fair or weather foul, A pleasant breeze or gales that ho… An ocean smooth or troubled sea,
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful… As fair as peroxide could make her… She was never so shy that a man go… Would imagine that she was a Quak… She had suitors that called every…
When the hair about the temples st… the signs of gray, And a fellow realizes that he’s wa… away From the pleasures of his boyhood…
IT’S one o’ my idees that men ain… They ain’t all built fer ploughin’… An’ they ain’t all made fer battli… There must be some of us on earth… Leastwise it strikes me that way—i…
When the young folks gather 'round… Singin’ all the latest songs gathe… Or they start the phonograph an’ s… An’ hold a little party dance, I’… Then I sorter settle back, plumb…