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A table cloth that’s slightly soil… Where greasy little hands have toi… The napkins kept in silver rings, And only ordinary things From which to eat, a simple fare,
Adown the lanes of memory bloom al… And looking back we smile to see l… The little sprigs of mignonette th… The pansy and the violet, too swee… The gentle mother by the door care…
He’s doing double duty now; Time’s silver gleams upon his brow… And there are lines upon his face Which only passing years can trace… And yet he’s turned back many a pa…
The happiest nights I ever know Are those when I’ve No place to go, And the missus says
Little women, little men, Childhood never comes again. Live it gaily while you may; Give your baby souls to play; March to sound of stick and pan,
YOU don’t weigh more than thirty… Your legs are little, plump and fa… And yet you patter on your rounds The whole day long within our flat… Yes, ceaselessly, you come and go,
The father toils at his work all d… And he hums this song as he plods… ‘Heigho! for the mother and babe o… Who watch at the window each night… Their smiles are ever before my ey…
When an old man gets to thinking o… He hears again the laughter of the… He isn’t counting money, and he is… He’s at home with friendly people… When he’s lived through all life’s…
He was playing in the garden when… But he didn’t seem to hear us, so… What the little rogue was up to, a… When he heard his mother calling,… ‘I am playing war,’ he told me, 'a…
Get off your downy cots of ease, There’s work that must be done. Great danger’s riding on the seas. The storm is coming on. Don’t think that it will quickly p…
I’d rather be the willing horse th… Than be the proud and haughty stee… I’d rather haul a merry pack and f… Than never leave the barn to toil… So boast your noble pedigrees
The world is filled with bustle an… It is filled with restless people… You can read it in their faces; th… When they’ll come to fame and fort… And I think as I behold them, tho…
Oh, little girl with eyes of brown And smiles that fairly light the t… I wonder if you really know Just why it is we love you so, And why– with all the little girls
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…
When Pa came home last night he h… Now Ma,' said he, 'I’ve something… A friend of mine got home today fr… He’s been away a week or two, and… He had a corking string of birds,…
