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Let others sing their songs of war And chant their hymns of splendid… Let others praise the soldiers’ wa… And hail the cannon’s flaming brea… Let others sing of Glory’s fields
Old-fashioned letters! How good t… And nobody writes them now; Never at all comes in the scrawl On the written pages which told us… The news of town and the folks we…
There are different kinds of heroe… They get their pictures printed, a… There are heroes known to glory th… In the service of their country an… There are brave men in the trenche…
MY father is a peaceful man, He tries in every way he can To live a life of gentleness And patience all the while; He says that needless fretting’s v…
No war is won by cannon fire alone… The soldier bears the grim and dre… He dies to serve the Flag that he… His duty is to gain the distant go… But if the toiler in his homeland…
Time was when spring returned we w… To find another home to rent; We wanted fresher, cleaner walls, And bigger rooms and wider halls, And open plumbing and the dome
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,…
I’ve trudged life’s highway up and… I’ve watched the lines of men marc… I’ve seen them in the busy town, And seen them under country sky; I’ve talked with toilers in the ra…
Pledged to the bravest and the bes… We stand, who cannot share the fra… Staunch for the danger and the tes… For them at night we kneel and pra… Be with them, Lord, who serve the…
None knows the day that friends mu… None knows how near is sorrow; If there be laughter in your heart… Don’t hold it for to-morrow. Smile all the smiles you can to-da…
I ALWAYS think of mother, when The lilac tree’s in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again Upon its sweet perfume. And every opal spire that sways
The boys upon the honor roll, God… God watch them when they sleep at… We’ve stamped their names upon our… Our brave boys and our splendid bo… Oh, here are sons of mothers fair…
OUR children are our monuments, The little ones we leave behind, If they are good and brave and kin… And labor here with true intents, Our lives and work perpetuate
When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger’s not a feat. When he has more than he can spend It isn’t hard to give or lend. Who gives but what he’ll never mis…
fight worth while on this good old… Isn’t the fight for a hoard of gol… It isn’t the fight to increase you… In stocks and bonds and things to… It isn’t the fight for a higher pl…