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There’s a heap of pent-up goodness in the yellow bantam corn, And I sort o’ like to linger round a berry patch at morn; Oh, the Lord has set our table
IN parting from a dear old friend… There’s bound to be some bitter so… An’ as a rule, the lovin’ ones wil… The station, softly cry in’ while… Oh, it’s so hard to say good-bye,…
He is marching dusty highways and… His eyes are clear and shining and… He is wearing Yankee khaki and a… And the chap that we are backing i… He’s no parlour dude, a-prancing,…
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
When there’s good health In the h… And the skies are bright and sunny… For the mother croons her ditties,… Although heavy be his burdens, he… When there’s good health in the ho…
I WOULD like to wed your daught… ‘I will try to make her happy; if… She shall have five million dollar… Say the word and I will take her’… ‘Every luxury I’ll give her, she…
Out in the woods with a dog an’ gu… Is my idea of a real day’s fun. ‘Tain’t the birds that I’m out to… That furnish me with the finest th… ‘Cause I never worry or fret a lo…
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
THE man of his word met a maid on… I The fine art of swimming he off… If she ‘d go with him in the water… She sighed and said: ’ Mister, if… You must promise me faithfully her…
MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, t… Say rather Clemens knows life’s m… Say rather Clemens has been calle… But Twain still lives for all the… Mark Twain is dead! 'T is false,…
Love and laughter lead you Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you From the golden spoon of cheer; May every eye be shining,
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…
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,
IF I had wealth and I had health… And I 'd a roof above me, If I’d a wife to cheer my life, But not one child to love me, No rosy-lipped young laughing miss…
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…