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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,
A warship and a woman’s hat Are just alike, I state, They 're big and ugly, cost a heap… And soon get out date.
I WOULD like to wed your daught… ‘I will try to make her happy; if… She shall have five million dollar… Say the word and I will take her’… ‘Every luxury I’ll give her, she…
If I knew a better country in thi… Where a man’s work hours are short… If the Briton or the Frenchman ha… I’d pack my goods this minute and… But I notice when an alien wants…
Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the… But glad in his heart that his own…
‘Taint nothin’ to laugh at as I c… If you’d been stung by a bumble be… An’ your nose wuz swelled an’ it s… You wouldn’t want people to laugh… If you had a lump that wuz full of…
There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…
My Pa he eats his breakfast in a funny sort of way: We hardly ever see him at the first meal of the day. Ma puts his food before him
Once the house was lovely, but it’… For time has come an’ stained its… An’ all that’s left for mother an’… Is to sit an’ tell each other what… We couldn’t keep 'em always an’ we…
They come to my room at the break… With their faces all smiles and th… They come on their tip-toes and si… To the edge of the bed where I’m… And then at a signal, on which the…
SAY, young fellow, just a minute, They 're your first long trousers,… And your little gray knee breeches Are forever put away. And your blouses and your stocking…
With time our notions allus change… An’ years make old idees seem stra… Take Mary there– time was when sh… Thought one child made a family, An’ when our eldest, Jim, was bor…
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.
When God first viewed the rose He… He smiled, and thought it passing… Upon the bloom His hands He laid, And gently blessed each petal ther… He summoned in His artists then
NO MAN really knows enough To be hateful to his brother, None is rich enough to cuff And be cruel to another; None so clever that he can