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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…
When day is done and the night sli… And I’ve turned my back on the bu… And come once more to the welcome… Where the roses nod and the childr… I tell myself as I see them smile
This is the day when we are great, And sally forth to celebrate; When night comes on, God grant th… Have ears to hear and eyes to see.
When Ma gets out the monthly bill… She makes us children run away bec… An’ then she smiles a bit and says… There’s nothing here except the th… An’ Pa he looks ‘em over first. ’…
In the Christmas times of the lon… There was one event we used to kno… That was better than any other; It wasn’t the toys that we hoped t… But the talks we had—and I hear t…
The Summer girl In peek-a-boos And open hose And narrow shoes, Now trips along
Once there was a boy who never Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad, Never whipped fer bein’ bad, Never scolded by his Ma,
When you can’t get her out of your… And you hate what you have to do; And you shirk every task that you… And the others you hurry through. When all you can see is the time t…
I’d like to steal a day and be All alone with little me, Little me that used to run Everywhere in search of fun; Little me of long ago
THROUGH the smoke clouds that… I can see the Long Ago And the merry lanes of boyhood That I gayly used to tread; See the crows upon the wing,
One day, in ages dark and dim, A toiler, weary, worn and faint, Who found his task too much for hi… Gave voice unto a sad complaint. And seeking emphasis to give
For this and that and various thin… It seems that men must get togethe… To purchase cups or diamond rings Or to discuss the price of leather… From nine to ten, or two to three,
The house is as it was when she wa… There’s nothing changed at all abo… The books she loved to read are wa… As if to-morrow they would see her… Her room remains the way it used t…
SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red, And sweet are the blooms of May, And sweet is the fragrance about u… On many a summer day. Oh, the world is full of such swee…
We’ve raised a flagpole on the far… And flung Old Glory to the sky, And it’s another touch of charm That seems to cheer the passer-by, But more than that, no matter wher…