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He was down and out, and his pluck… And he said to me in a gloomy way: ‘I’ve wasted my chances, one by on… And I’m just no good, as the peop… Nothing ahead, and my dreams all d…
I LIKE the homes where a Teddy… Monopolizes the best arm chair, Where the sofa a rag doll occupies And a train of cars in the corner… For those are the signs that the h…
Better than land or gold or trade Are a high ideal and a purpose tru… Better than all of the wealth we’v… Is the work for others that now we… For Rome grew rich and she turned…
Tell me, what is half so sweet As a baby’s tiny feet, Pink and dainty as can be, Like a coral from the sea? Talk of jewels strung in rows,
HOW dear to my heart is the bank… The five-spots and tens in the str… The yellow boys, too, that were mi… And oft I caressed with a fatherl… The wide, bulging bank roll that s…
A boy and his dog make a glorious… No better friendship is found anyw… For they talk and they walk and th… And they have their deep secrets f… And that boy has a comrade who thi…
You ought to be fine for the sake… Who think you are fine. If others have faith in you doubly… To stick to the line. It’s not only on you that dishonor…
To do your little bit of toil, To play life’s game with head erec… To stoop to nothing that would soi… Your honor or your self-respect; To win what gold and fame you can,
The saddest sort of death to die Would be to quit the game called l… And know, beneath the gentle sky, You’d lived a slacker in the strif… That nothing men on earth would fi…
Home was never home before, Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore, Till the baby came. There was joy, but now it seems
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…
I See You’ve Travelled Some Wherever you may chance to be '… Far away in foreign lands; or just… It always gives you pleasure, it m… Just to hear
There never comes a lonely day but… Of those who used to walk with us… We seldom miss the earthly great’t… But, as the years go racing by, we… The chair wherein he used to sit r…
A man must earn his hour of peace, Must pay for it with hours of stri… Must win by toil the evening’s swe… The rest that may be portioned for… The idler never knows it, never ca…
He couldn’t use his driver any bet… Than the chap that he was licking,… I could hit them with a brassie ju… But I piled up several sevens whi… And he trimmed me to a finish, and…