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I would rather be the daddy Of a romping, roguish crew, Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie And a little girl or two, Than the monarch of a nation
BEFORE you came, my little lad, I used to think that I was good, Some vicious habits, too, I had, But wouldn’t change them if I cou… I held my head up high and said:
Send her a valentine to say You love her in the same old way. Just drop the long familiar ways And live again the old-time days When love was new and youth was br…
Be a friend. You don’t need money… Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended
They say we must not hate, nor fig… I’ve thought it over many a solemn… And cannot mildly view the man or… That has no thought, save only to… I cannot love the creature drunk w…
I DON’T believe in worry, and it… And dreading what may happen never… I believe in facing trouble, witho… But it’s altogether different when… Oh, it’s altogether different when…
I See You’ve Travelled Some Wherever you may chance to be '… Far away in foreign lands; or just… It always gives you pleasure, it m… Just to hear
HE’D made a fortune out of stocks… He 'd hoarded up a store of gold,… But still he sighed alone and talk… And mentioned to his dearest frien… Within his mansion big and warm he…
Strange thoughts come to the man a… ’Tis then, if ever, he talks with… And views himself as a single clod In the soil of life where the soul… ’Tis then he questions the why and…
To gentle ways I am inclined; I have no wish to kill. To creatures dumb I would be kind… I like them all, but still Right now I think I’d like to be
She is gentle, kind and fair, And there’s silver in her hair; She has known the touch of sorrow, But the smile of her is sweet; And sometimes it seems to me
Who shall sit at the table, then,… of peace are made– The wisest men of the troubled lan… silver and gold brocade? Yes, they shall gather in solemn s…
There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…
Ma says no, it’s too much care An’ it will scatter germs an’ hair… An’ it’s a nuisance through and th… An’ barks when you don’t want it t… An’ carries dirt from off the stre…
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…