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To keep in mind from day to day That I’m a soldier in the fray; That I must serve, from sun to su… As well as he who bears a gun The flag that flies above us all,
MEBBE I shall weep tomorrow, Mebbe I shall lose my job, Mebbe bowed in grief and sorrow I shall sit alone and sob. Mebbe trouble grim is comin’,
God has been good to men. He gave His Only Son their souls to save, And then he made a second gift, Which from their dreary lives shou… The tyrant’s yoke and set them fre…
I’m up against it day by day, My ignorance is distressing; The things I don’t know on the wa… I’m busily confessing. Time was I used to think I knew
On every street there’s a certain… Where the children gather to romp… There’s a certain house where they… To play their games and to sing th… And they trample the lawn with the…
We was speakin’ of folks, jes’ com… An’ we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land or… They warm to a home allusion; That under the skin an’ under the…
I don’t know what they’ll put him… his post may be; I cannot guess the task that waits… the sea, But I have known him through the…
IT’S a good old world we’re livin… With all its pain an’ sorrow; A world where friends are givin’ i… To cheer us till tomorrow. A world where folks come forward,…
Most folks, as I’ve noticed, in p… Are always expecting too much out… They wail an’ they fret Just because they don’t get The best o’ the sunshine, the fair…
Last night I got to thinkin’ of t… When I still had on knee breeches… An’ my Sunday suit was velvet. Ma… But I know I didn’t like it—eithe… It was far too girlish for me, for…
Home was never home before, Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore, Till the baby came. There was joy, but now it seems
The smell of arnica is strong, And mother’s time is spent In rubbing father’s arms and back With burning liniment. The house is like a druggist’s sho…
You have given me riches and ease, You have given me joys through the… I have sat in the shade of your tr… With the song of your birds in my… I have drunk of your bountiful win…
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
God of battles, be with us now: Guard our sons from the lead of sh… Watch our sons when the cannons fl… Let them not to a tyrant bow. God of battles, to Thee we pray: