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I’d like to steal a day and be All alone with little me, Little me that used to run Everywhere in search of fun; Little me of long ago
She mothered five! Night after night she watched a li… Night after night she cooled a fev… Day after day she guarded little f… Taught little minds the dangers of…
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…
Last night I stood in a tawdry pl… And watched the ways of the human… I looked at a party of shrieking g… Piled on a table that whirls and w… And saw them thrown in a tangled h…
Sunshine and shadow and laughter a… These are forever the paints of th… Splashed on the canvas of life day… We are the artists, the colors are… We are the painters, the pigments…
OUR children are our monuments, The little ones we leave behind, If they are good and brave and kin… And labor here with true intents, Our lives and work perpetuate
Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged… A stone-bruised heel or a swollen… And in sorrowful tones she tells m… She fell and 'hurted herse’f to-da…
It’s seldom trouble comes alone.… An’ trouble comes a-visitin’, it a… Sometimes it’s one you’ve known be… Who stretches out a helping hand a… If never trials came to us, if gri…
‘Tell us a story,’ comes the cry From little lips when nights are c… And in the grate the flames leap h… ‘Tell us a tale of pirates bold, Or fairies hiding in the glen,
When night time comes an’ I can g… Back to the folks who love me so, An’ see 'em smile an’ hear 'em sin… An’ feel their kisses, then, by ji… I vow this world is mighty fine
I’D rather be considered dull Than use my brain denouncing thing… I’d rather not be critical And utter words that carry stings. I’d rather never speak at all
The roads of happiness are not The selfish roads of pleasure seek… Where cheeks are flushed with hast… And none has time for kindly speak… But they’re the roads where lovers…
Oh, my shoulders grow aweary of th… An’ I grumble when I’m footsore a… But I strap my knapsack tighter t… An’ I’m glad to bear the burdens… It’s for them that I am ploddin’,…
If never a sorrow came to us, and never a care we knew; If every hope were realized, and every dream came true; If only joy were found on earth,
Comes in flying from the street; 'Where’s Mamma?’ Friend or stranger thus he’ll gree… 'Where’s Mamma?’ Doesn’t want to say hello,