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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…
H’if a Yankee cutthroat ’acks ’… H’it tykes a year to pack 'im h’… ’E can h’always dig h’up some h’ex… To keep your justice creepin’ like… But h’in H’England, h’if a bloke…
God grant that we shall never see Our country slave to lust and gree… God grant that here all men shall… United by a common creed. Here Freedom’s Flag has held the…
DOWN the lanes of apple bloom, w… Down the pathways rosy red trip th… Love and laughter lead us on, ligh… June is smiling on us now, bidding… Sun-kissed now are maiden’s curls,…
You needn’t be rich to be happy, You needn’t be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of… If only he’ll think them worth whi… There are blue skies and sunshine…
When I was a boy, and it chanced… Mother would always watch for me; She used to stand by the window pa… Worried and troubled as she could… And this was the question I used…
We’ve got another mouth to feed, From out our little store; To satisfy another’s need Is now my daily chore. A growing family is ours,
Here we are, Britain! the finest… Taking our coats off and rolling o… Answering the thoughtless that onc… Each man a soldier for what he bel… Here we are, tight little island,…
When Mrs. Malone got a letter fro… She started to read it aloud in he… ‘Dear Mary,’ it started, 'I can’t… I’m somewhere in France, and I’m… I’m chokin’ wid news thot I’d lik…
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
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…
I’ve watched him change from his b… To little frocks, and later on I… And though it was of calico, those… Until the day we all agreed ’twas… I say I’ve seen the changes come,…
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blow… Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
These are the memories of tomorrow… Smile of friend we meet today, Sympathy to soothe our sorrow, Roses blooming by the way; Little jests to cheer the living,
There is too much of sighing, and… Of pitiful tales of despair. There is too much of wailing and g… And too much of railing at care. There is far too much glorificatio…