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The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and re… In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,
Some folks there be who seem to ne… An’ reckon all the joys that have… Some think that pleasure’s only fo… An’ where an orchestra’s at work t… Still others seek it at their play…
We have boasted our courage in mom… Our star-spangled banner we’ve flu… We have taught men to cheer for it… And have called it the flag of the… Now the dark days are here, we mus…
O, SAD and solemn holy day, O, bitterest of bitter hours! Behold He staggers on His way Beneath the cross that saps His p… O, see, they goad Him with their…
WHEN I was but a little tad I u… Tell friends about the good old da… My dear old kindly gran’dad, too,… When he was in his twenties, and c… The burden of their song always wa…
You can tyke h’it from me, 'e’s as… Never goes balmy h’or loses ‘is ’e… Nothing h’at all h’ever robs ‘im o… Once when I told ’im 'is rich h’a… ‘E looked h’at me blandly,
I wonder where’s a better job than… And chocolate drops and sugar buns… And who has every day to face a fi… Than buying frills and furbelows f… Oh, you may brag how much you know…
Little girlie, kneeling there, Speaking low your evening prayer, In your cunning little nightie With your pink toes peeping throug… With your eyes closed and your han…
Time was I thought of growing up, But that was ere the babies came; I’d dream and plan to be a man And win my share of wealth and fam… For age held all the splendors the…
Be more than his dad, Be a chum to the lad; Be a part of his life Every hour of the day; Find time to talk with him,
WISH I was only as bright as my… Wish I could think of the things… His is a wit without any alloy, His are real jokes without venomou… Laugh? When he speaks, from the t…
If he is honest, kindly, true, And glad to work from day to day; If when his bit of toil is through With children he will stoop to pla… If he does always what he can
Is it all in the envelope holding… Is that all you’re working for day… Are you getting no more from your… That little enclosure of paper wil… Is that all you’re after; is that…
Since men with life must purchase… And some must die that more may li… Unto the Great Cashier of strife A fine accounting let me give. Perhaps to-morrow I shall stand
I must get out to the woods again,… awing, Away from the haunts of pale-faced… is king; I must get out where the skies are…