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You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy. You may line with the rarest of ma…
Under the shade of trees, Flat on my back at ease, Lulled by the hum of bees, There’s where I rest; Breathing the scented air,
I don’t see why Pa likes him so, And seems so glad to have him come… He jabs my ribs and wants to know If here and there it’s hurting som… He holds my wrist, coz there are t…
There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn, And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn; Oh, the Lord has set our table
You can rig up a house with all ma… The prayer rugs of sultans and pri… You can hang on its wall the old t… Which some dead Egyptian once tre… But though costly and gorgeous its…
Aye, we will follow the Flag Wherever she goes, Into the tropic sun, Into the northern snows; Go where the guns ring out
Rough be the road and long, Steep be the hills ahead, Grant that my faith be strong, Fearlessly let me tread. After the day’s hard test
We know not where the path may lea… The clouds are dark above us now,… And yet when all the storms have p… We shall be prouder of our flag th… We could not longer idle stay, spe…
He has heard his country calling,… And he’s doing something bigger th… He has caught a greater vision tha… And I know to-day I’m prouder of… His speech is soft and vibrant wit…
We’re gittin’ so we need again To see the sproutin’ seed again. We’ve been shut up all winter long Within our narrow rooms; We’re sort o’ shriveled up an’ dry…
Bill Jones, who goes to school wi… Is the saddest boy I ever see. He’s just so 'fraid he runs away When all of us fellows want to pla… An’ says he dassent stay about
The smell of arnica is strong, And mother’s time is spent In rubbing father’s arms and back With burning liniment. The house is like a druggist’s sho…
You can buy, if you’ve got money,… You can pay for bread and honey, a… But when trouble comes to fret you… For the gentle hand of friendship… You can buy with gold and silver t…
This is the thing we fight: A cry of terror in the night; A ship on work of mercy bent— A carrier of the sick and maimed— Beneath the cruel waters sent,
Last year he wanted building block… And picture books and toys, A saddle horse that gayly rocks, And games for little boys. But now he’s big and all that stuf…