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My Pa he eats his breakfast in a funny sort of way: We hardly ever see him at the first meal of the day. Ma puts his food before him
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,
When a fellow’s feeling blue, And is troubled, through and throu… With a melancholy feeling That he cannot seem to shake, When his plans have gone astray
Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejo… An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks… An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin… Are growin’ more beautiful day aft… Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with t…
I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world o… Ain’t the works of art on the gall… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust s… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow…
Because it rains when we wish it w… Because men do what they often sho… Because crops fail, and plans go w… Some of us grumble all day long. But somehow, in spite of the care…
The old days, the old days, how of… The days of hope at dewy morn, the… The days when every mead was fair,… And every maiden wore a smile, and… The days when dreams were golden a…
I’m just the man to make things ri… To mend a sleigh or make a kite, Or wrestle on the floor and play Those rough and tumble games, but… Just let him get an ache or pain,
KINDER like to see the bright s… See the gay and dancing light side… See the good and decent right side Of the worst that happens me; For the gloomy and the glum side,
It may be I am getting old and li… Upon the days of bygone years, the… But thinking of them now I wish s… A simple old Thanksgiving Day, li… When all the family gathered round…
An auto is a helpful thing; I love the way the motor hums, I love each cushion and each sprin… The way it goes, the way it comes; It saves me many a dreary mile,
There are little eyes upon you, an… There are little ears that quickly… There are little hands all eager t… And a little boy that’s dreaming o… You’re the little fellow’s idol, y…
How’s the little chap to know Just the proper roads to go If you never travel with him While he’s little, hand in hand? How’s he ever going to learn
There’s a lot of joy in the smilin… there’s plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and dances,… when-ever the day’s work’s done; Full many an hour is a shining one…
The hours were long with you away, Although I thought I could forget… I banished you and cursed the day That we had ever met. I frowned upon you, and I vowed