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Time was the cry went round the wo… America for freedom speaks, A new flag is to-day unfurled, An eagle on the mountain shrieks, A king is failing on his throne,
I’d like to be a boy again, a care… I’d like to tread the hills and da… I’d like the tattered shirt again,… The ugly, dusty feet again that lo… I’d like to play first base again,…
Lord, make me tolerant and wise; Incline my ears to hear him throug… Let him not stand with downcast ey… Fearing to trust me and be true. Instruct me so that I may know
The hours were long with you away, Although I thought I could forget… I banished you and cursed the day That we had ever met. I frowned upon you, and I vowed
Old Mister Laughter Comes a-grinnin’ down the way, Singin’: 'Never mind your trouble… For they’ll surely pass away.’ Singin’: 'Now the sun is shinin’
Joy stands on the hilltops, Beckoning to me, Urging me to journey Up where I can see Blue skies ever smiling,
When the umpire calls you out, It’s no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about— Play the game! And though his decision may
I’d like to give 'em all they ask’… And say they cannot have the thing… Yet now and then they plead for wh… Or what I can’t afford to buy, an… They little know or understand how…
When a naughty little fellow stand… And his lips begin to quiver and h… When his big round eyes are fillin… And at last you find him sobbing w… Don’t you get a tender feeling sor…
To gentle ways I am inclined; I have no wish to kill. To creatures dumb I would be kind… I like them all, but still Right now I think I’d like to be
Right must not live in idleness, Nor dwell in smug content; It must be strong, against the thr… Of foes, on evil bent. Justice must not a weakling be
Get to understand the lad– He’s not eager to be bad; If the right he always knew, He would be as old as you. Were he now exceeding wise,
Listen to the laughter of the broo… Listen to the chatter of the black… Stand an’ see the beauties of the… Then ask of God why mortals haven… Than to quarrel an’ to battle
The job will not make you, my boy; The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy Or add any weight to your name. You may fail or succeed where you…
I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ ov… Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk… Is my Pa. I’ve not been here long—my days ar…