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When I wanted something I couldn’… A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie… Or a new straw hat when the sun wa… I used to feel sore about it. I used to go 'round with a face dr…
’Twas not so many years ago, Say, twenty-two or three, When zero weather or below Held many a thrill for me. Then in my icy room I slept
A LITTLE more of loving, a litt… A little more of sunshine, a littl… A little more of friendship, a lit… These are what we 're wanting to m… A little more of laughter and fewe…
I want my boy to love his home, His Mother, yes, and me: I want him, wheresoe’er he’ll roam… With us in thought to be. I want him to love what is fine,
Some folks leave home for money And some leave home for fame, Some seek skies always sunny, And some depart in shame. I care not what the reason
Never a sigh for the cares that sh… Never a thought of the joys that f… Her one regret that she couldn’t d… Thoughtless and selfish, her Mast… Oh, the long nights that she came…
Mother and the baby! Oh, I know n… For all the dreams of all the worl… And be the baby in his cot or nest… The picture they present is one wi… Mother and the baby—and the mother…
LAST night we had a hurry call t… Her husband said that Ma and me w… An’ so, though it was after 12, an… We hustled out of bed an’ dressed… An’ Jim—that is her husband—met u…
To wed, or not to wed; that is the… Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to… The bills and house rent of a wedd… Or to say “nit” when she proposes, And by declining cut her. To wed;…
Where is the road to Arcady, Where is the path that leads to pe… Where shall I find the bliss to b… Where shall the weary wanderings c… These are the questions that come…
GIVE me a single day, I ask no m… From dawn to dusk, ah, that is tim… To reach the goal that I am striv… There is no need of further puttin… The little deeds of kindness I ma…
There never comes a lonely day but… Of those who used to walk with us… We seldom miss the earthly great’t… But, as the years go racing by, we… The chair wherein he used to sit r…
I would rather see a Mason, than… I would rather one would walk with… The eye’s a better pupil and more… Fine counsel is confusing, but exa… And the best of all the Masons ar…
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful… As fair as peroxide could make her… She was never so shy that a man go… Would imagine that she was a Quak… She had suitors that called every…
Swiftly the changes come. Each da… Sees some lost beauty blown away And some new touch of lovely grace Come into life to take its place. The little babe that once we had