#1918 #EnglishWriters #OverHere
When the young folks gather 'round… Singin’ all the latest songs gathe… Or they start the phonograph an’ s… An’ hold a little party dance, I’… Then I sorter settle back, plumb…
Here’s our story, page by page, Happy youth and middle-age, Smile and tear-drop, weal and woe Such as all who live must know– Here it is all written down,
rose unto the bights of fame And with the great men stood, He heard the people cheer his name And speak of him as good. Success at last he had attained
We were settin’ there an’ smokin’… Like licker, votes for wimmin, an’… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske… ‘Changin’ laws an’ legislatures ai… Goin’ to make this world much bett…
I like to see the flowers grow, To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden’s fine, And wish that such a one were mine… But one can’t have a stock of flow…
There’s no sense arguin’ with ‘em,… You can’t convince the women that… There’s Sary got the notion that… An’ I can’t show her diff’runt, a… She’s most bnreasonubbel. ‘Now, I…
I did not argue with the man, It seemed a waste of words. He gave to chance the wondrous pla… That gave sweet song to birds. He gave to force the wisdom wise
Curling smoke from a chimney low, And only a few more steps to go, Faces pressed at a window pane Watching for someone to come again… And I am the someone they wait to…
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…
Ain’t it fine when things are goin… Topsy-turvy and askew To discover someone showing Good old-fashioned faith in you? Ain’t it good when life seems drea…
He didn’t seem to care for work, h… His speech was slow and commonplac… And yet until the war broke out yo… For nothing in his make-up or his… He seemed indifferent to the world…
If only I were Santa Claus and y… I’d find the chimney to your heart… On Christmas Eve when all was sti… Much like your Santa Claus of old… And in the pack upon my back all s…
‘There isn’t any business,' wailed… ‘I haven’t made a dollar since the… But I couldn’t help reflecting, a… That the hopeful, cheerful hustler… I’ve been in business places where…
God grant my children may Not think in terms of gold When I have passed away And my poor form is cold. When I no more shall be,
Promotion comes to him who sticks Unto his work and never kicks, Who watches neither clock nor sun To tell him when his task is done; Who toils not by a stated chart,