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It may be I’m old-fashioned, but… Are not the splendid parties with… And the music tuned for dancing an… With a paid comedian’s antics or a… But the quiet times of friendship,…
We’re gittin’ so we need again To see the sproutin’ seed again. We’ve been shut up all winter long Within our narrow rooms; We’re sort o’ shriveled up an’ dry…
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,
I’ve sipped a rich man’s sparkling… His silverware I’ve handled. I’ve placed these battered legs of… ‘Neath tables gayly candled. I dine on rare and costly fare
It’s the dull road that leads to t… The practice that leads to success… The work road that leads to the pl… It is trouble that breeds happines… It’s the hard work and merciless g…
I WAS somewhere off in Europe sp… Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan’… I was entertaining princes, dukes… ’It’s the telephone that’s ringing… And I wandered down the stairway,…
Joy stands on the hilltops, Beckoning to me, Urging me to journey Up where I can see Blue skies ever smiling,
My Pa he eats his breakfast in a funny sort of way: We hardly ever see him at the first meal of the day. Ma puts his food before him
I’ve watched him change from his b… To little frocks, and later on I… And though it was of calico, those… Until the day we all agreed ’twas… I say I’ve seen the changes come,…
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…
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…
His room is as it used to be Before he went away, The walls still keep the pennants… Brought home but yesterday. The picture of his baseball team
You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy; You may line with the rarest of ma…
The world is full of gladness, There are joys of many kinds, There’s a cure for every sadness, That each troubled mortal finds. And my little cares grow lighter
Go up and change your collar,' mot… ‘For you can’t go out in that one,… There are splotches on the surface… ‘That is very queer,’ I answer, ‘… But I guess just what has happene…