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Little lady at the altar, Vowing by God’s book and psalter To be faithful, fond and true Unto him who stands by you, Think not that romance is ended,
‘Oh, if only I had known!’ Said the keeper of the inn. ‘But no hint to me was shown, And I didn’t let them in. ‘Yes, a star gleamed overhead,
“BUSINESS is business,' he sai… As he gave me short weight in my p… ‘In business there isn’t much sent… Said he, as he charged me the extr… ‘Once I trusted a friend and he d…
I’m the bumps and bruises doctor; I’m the expert that they seek When their rough and tumble playin… Leaves a scar on leg or cheek. I’m the rapid, certain curer
COME here to me, little lassie o… And get in your place on your old… Put those chubby arms round where… And cling to my neck, for the day… And I need you, I need you to sca…
My Pa says that he used to be A bright boy in geography; An’ when he went to school he knew The rivers an’ the mountains, too, An’ all the capitals of states
Take home a smile; forget the pett… The dull, grim grind of all the da… The day is done, come be yourself… To-night, to those who wait, take… Take home a smile; don’t scatter g…
Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple tree Where all the grass is trampled ou… The swing she loved so used to be. This path is but a path to you,
HE died a poor man, so they say, Few were the dollars stored away By him while he lived, and yet His memory I’ll not forget. A spendthrift! True, but not for…
Oh, my shoulders grow aweary of th… An’ I grumble when I’m footsore a… But I strap my knapsack tighter t… An’ I’m glad to bear the burdens… It’s for them that I am ploddin’,…
YOURS is the loser’s part to pla… For you the goal is far away And never to be gained. It is your lot to stand and see The golden apples on life’s tree
The man who wants a garden fair, Or small or very big, With flowers growing here and ther… Must bend his back and dig. The things are mighty few on earth
A feller don’t start in to think o… the part that he’s playin’ down he… When there’s nobody lookin’ to him… an’ he don’t give a thought to nex… His faults don’t seem big an’ his…
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
SOME day our eyes will brighten,… Some day the sun will shine for yo… Some day grim doubt we’ll banish,… And the rosy, golden future we sha… Some day we’ll know the wherefore…