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Strange thoughts come to the man a… ’Tis then, if ever, he talks with… And views himself as a single clod In the soil of life where the soul… ’Tis then he questions the why and…
Tell me, what is half so sweet As a baby’s tiny feet, Pink and dainty as can be, Like a coral from the sea? Talk of jewels strung in rows,
Jes’ the sort o’ weather and jes’… Which seem to suit my fancy, with… On a sea o’ smooth blue water. Oh… With an 'I’ in all my thinkin’, b… That the Lord who made us humans…
When day is done and the night sli… And I’ve turned my back on the bu… And come once more to the welcome… Where the roses nod and the childr… I tell myself as I see them smile
Life has its ups and downs, Its fair and cloudy weather, But this you’ll find, my friend, They never come together.
A man doesn’t whine at his losses, A man doesn’t whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his cross… And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn’t grudgingly labor
Bit of a priest and a bit of sailo… Bit of a doctor and bit of a tailo… Bit of a lawyer, and bit of detect… Bit of a judge, for his work is co… Cheering the living and soothing t…
Why not think a decent thought, Now and then? Why not ponder, as you ought, Now and then? Get your mind out of the mire,
If he is honest, kindly, true, And glad to work from day to day; If when his bit of toil is through With children he will stoop to pla… If he does always what he can
Last night Pa said to Ma: 'My de… It’s time I did a little job I do… I wisht 'at I was rich enough to… The dirty work around this house a… But since I’m not, I’m truly glad…
It’s ‘be a good boy, Willie,’ And it’s ‘run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh.’ It’s 'mind what mother tells you,
If this were all of life we’ll kno… If this brief space of breath Were all there is to human toil, If death were really death, And never should the soul arise
Sittin’ on the porch at night when… Just restin’ there an’ talkin’, wi… An’ my shirt band thrown wide open… Oh, it’s then I’m at my richest,… For the scent of early roses seems…
When the young folks gather 'round… Singin’ all the latest songs gathe… Or they start the phonograph an’ s… An’ hold a little party dance, I’… Then I sorter settle back, plumb…
The battles for the pickle dish on… The Uno Pedro Club is first and… It started off auspiciously, witho… Good Mrs. Green put all at ease b… Then Mrs. Johnson graciously kiss…
