#English #XXCentury #1918 #OverHere
Love and laughter lead you Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you From the golden spoon of cheer; May every eye be shining,
Don’t worry, little girl, Don’t you let one golden curl Get awry. Don’t you ever let appear E’en the symbol of a tear
We shall thank our God for graces That we’ve never known before; We shall look on manlier faces When our troubled days are o’er. We shall rise a better nation
Pa’s not so very big or brave; he… His hands are soft like little gir… Ma weighs a whole lot more than P… Out in the river all day long, but… But when the thunder starts to rol…
This I would claim for my success… Nor the throng’s changing cheers f… Not always ease and fortune’s glad… Though all of these are pleasant j… But I would like to have my story…
I’D LIKE to be a bank clerk, an… I’d like to take and hoard away th… I ‘d like to sit behind a drawer w… I ’d like to read the writing on t… It must be nice to shut up shop at…
The train of cars that Santa brou… While pa was showing how they went… They used to run around a track’at… Would let me take them in my hands… I could ’a’ had some fun with 'em,…
WALL have fights to make with se… And these are the bitterest fights… Worse than the fight for a hoard o… Is the fight to master our vices s… Worse than the fight on the battle…
When an empty sleeve or a sightles… Or a legless form I see, I breathe my thanks to my God on… For His watchful care o’er me. And I say to myself, as the cripp…
I know that what I did was wrong; I should have sent you far away. You tempted me, and I’m not stron… I tried but couldn’t answer nay. I should have packed you off to be…
IT was thick with Prussian troope… Every tree that cast a shadow was… Death was guarding every roadway,… And behind each rise of terrain wa… But Uncle Sam’s Marines had orde…
NEVER so happy as when I ‘m at… I ’m not so anxious to wander or r… Rather sit down with the folks who… With somebody’s youngster astride… And gallop him off to the wonderfu…
My Pa says that he used to be A bright boy in geography; An’ when he went to school he knew The rivers an’ the mountains, too, An’ all the capitals of states
Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over sto… That long had heard the pipes o’… And shared the joys that nature ow… I met a fellow fisherman,
HE WAS bo’n way down in Texas,… An’ a cloud’s so thin it’s easy to… An’ he grew among the quaint folk… In the mint an’ melon patches, an’… An’ he stored up all the sunshine…
