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My name is Johnny Vincent Brown, I live on Leicester Court, My Pa’s not here, he’s gone downt… An’ I am three feet short, An’ I weigh sixty-three pounds, t…
Old years and new years, all blend… The best of what there is to be, t… Let’s bury all the failures in the… And keep the smiles of friendship… Old years and new years, life’s in…
At 10 p. M. COME, let us make merry with inn… Let us drink to the year that is d… Let us wish one another the best t… Now quickly, the moments are flyin…
(In which Ye Ed attempts the mill… We stood at the tee and the driver… Then we put back the turf; At the ball, then a thing called t… Then we put back the turf.
Not somewhere in America, but eve… Where snow-crowned mountains hold… the vales where children play, Beside the bench and whirring lath… lake and stream
Sometimes at the table, when He gets misbehavin’, then Mother calls across to me: ‘Look at him, now! Don’t you see What he’s doin’, sprawlin.' there!
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…
Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.
I hold the finest picture-books Are woods an’ fields an’ runnin’ b… An’ when the month o’ May has don… Her paintin’, an’ the mornin’ sun Is lightin’ just exactly right
It’s ‘be a good boy, Willie,’ And it’s ‘run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh.’ It’s 'mind what mother tells you,
Last night I held my arms to you And you held yours to mine And started out to march to me As any soldier fine. You lifted up your little feet
I might have been rich if I’d wan… I’ve made. I might have had fame if I’d soug… purposely played. Now I’m standing to-day on the fa…
The star upon their service flag h… It speaks no more of hope and life… But splendidly it glistens now for… And softly whispers: ‘Here lived… ’Here once he walked and played an…
The glory of a soldier—and a soldi… Is the way he does his duty withou… His work’s not always pleasant, bu… And he grabs a bit of glory when h… But the lesson that he teaches eve…
When something or other has made h… His rattle he throws on the floor; The times he is good and the times… His rattle he throws on the floor. When there is a smile on his pink…