We was speakin’ of folks, jes’ com… An’ we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land or… They warm to a home allusion; That under the skin an’ under the…

To-day it’s dirt and dust and stea… To-morrow it will be the same, And through it all the soul must d… And try to play a manly game; Dirt, dust and steam and harsh com…

A woman is queer, there’s no doubt… She hates to be thin and she hates… One minute it’s laughter, the next… You can’t understand her, however… But there’s one thing about her wh…

He was down and out, and his pluck… And he said to me in a gloomy way: ‘I’ve wasted my chances, one by on… And I’m just no good, as the peop… Nothing ahead, and my dreams all d…

His mother’s eyes are saddened, an… are stained with tears, And I’m facing now the struggle t… dreaded through the years; For the boy that was our baby has…

It’s funny when a feller wants to… And wants to wear a uniform and lu… And ain’t afraid of submarines nor… They will not let him go along to… They make him stay at home and be…

Eagerly he took my dime, Then shuffled on his way, Thick with sin and filth and grime… But I wondered all that day How the man had gone astray.

Lord, we’ve had our little wrangle… There’s many a time, I reckon, th… My tongue’s a trifle hasty an’ my… An’ Mother, let me tell you, has… But I couldn’t live without her,…

Last night I held my arms to you And you held yours to mine And started out to march to me As any soldier fine. You lifted up your little feet

I’LL never be rich. I’m too fond of the joy Of a certain small girl And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun

He wears a long and solemn face And drives the children from his p… He doesn’t like to hear them shout Or race and run and romp about, And if they chance to climb his tr…

IF no one ever went ahead, If we had seen no friend depart And mourned him for a while as dea… How great would be our fear to sta… If no one for us led the way,

There are many to cheer when the b… There are many to shout for the ri… There are many to rail at the worl… But few have the grit for the figh… There are thousands to start with…

I hold no dream of fortune vast, Nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past That many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise