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The things that haven’t been done… Those are the things to try; Columbus dreamed of an unknown sho… At the rim of the far-flung sky, And his heart was bold and his fai…
They have said you needn’t go to t… They have left you with your women… They have spared you from the cras… And the horrors and the madness an… But it’s your fight, just the same…
LAST night I single handed fough… To get my money or my life, and ve… I struggled with them on a cliff,… I hit another one a biff that daze… As fast as one was overpowered ano…
Full many a flag the breeze has ki… Through ages long the morning sun Has risen over the early mist The flags of men to look upon. And some were red against the sky,
Did you ever sit down and talk wit… In a serious sort of a way, On their views of life and ponder… On all that they have to say? If not, you should in some quiet h…
AH Nellie, you were always fair,… I’ve sung about your wealth of hai… Your charms are many I confess, b… To praise in my poor humble way th… It may be other maidens play a bet…
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was… And he whistled ‘Yankee Doodle,’… There was laughter in his make-up,… And he knew the best traditions an… Now there’s not a heart among us b…
My father often used to say: 'My boy don’t throw a thing away: You’ll find a use for it some day.… So in a box he stored up things, Bent nails, old washers, pipes and…
“How’s things?” says I, Says he ‘Not bad, They might be worse, But then I ’m glad They ain’t.' That’s all
Figure it out for yourself, my lad… You’re all that the greatest of me… Two arms, two hands, two legs, two… And a brain to use if you would be… With this equipment we all began,
BEHIND full many a gift there l… A splendid tale of sacrifice. On Christmas morn a mother’s hand About a young girl’s neck will pla… A trinket small, and she will stan…
The path o’ little children is the… Where green is every valley and ev… Where laughter’s always ringing an… And where the hurts are little hur… The path o’ little children, on th…
IF every day of yours were fine And every sky of yours were blue, You couldn’t know such joy of mine… The joy o’ being friend to you. You’ve brushed away the clouds of…
YOUR cheeks are pinker than the… Your eyes are bluer than the skies… Than you no fairer blossom grows, In you all earthly sweetness lies. Without you life were drear to me,
Argue it pro and con as you will, And flout each other with words, But the rose will bloom and the su… Will bring us the song of birds. How was He born who came to earth…