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Where is the road to Arcady, Where is the path that leads to pe… Where shall I find the bliss to b… Where shall the weary wanderings c… These are the questions that come…
Mother for me made excuses When I was a little lad; Found some reason for my conduct When it had been very bad. Blamed it on a recent illness
Because I am his father, they Expect me to put grief away; Because I am a man, and rough And sometimes short of speech and… The women folks at home believe
I must get out to the woods again,… Away from the haunts of pale-faced… I must get out where the skies are… Out where there’s never a task to… I must get out on the trails once…
My land is where the kind folks ar… And where the friends are true, Where comrades brave will travel f… Some kindly deed to do. My land is where the smiles are br…
A feller don’t start in to think o… the part that he’s playin’ down he… When there’s nobody lookin’ to him… an’ he don’t give a thought to nex… His faults don’t seem big an’ his…
SOME day our eyes will brighten,… Some day the sun will shine for yo… Some day grim doubt we’ll banish,… And the rosy, golden future we sha… Some day we’ll know the wherefore…
None knows the day that friends mu… None knows how near is sorrow; If there be laughter in your heart… Don’t hold it for to-morrow. Smile all the smiles you can to-da…
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
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…
THEY tell me that I 'm spoiling… I The neighbors say that you shou… For all the awful things you do, Laid face down over daddy’s knee And spanked and put to bed. That…
We were sittin’ there, and smokin’ of our pipes, discussi… Like taxes, votes for wimmin, an’ the totterin’ thrones of kings… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske…
The green is in the meadow and the… And all of Nature’s artists have… With a few days bright with sunshi… They will start to splash their co… There’s an artist waiting ready at…
The skies are blue and the sun is… and the grass is green and soft And the old charm’s back in the ap… and it calls a boy aloft; And the same low voice that the ol…
Troubles? Sure I’ve lots of them, Got ‘em heaped up by the score, Got ’em baled and bundled up, Got ‘em hid behind the door. Got ’em young and got ‘em old,