All day with brow of anxious thoug… The dictionary through, Amid a million words he sought The sole one that would do. He wandered on from pub to pub
Said Jock McBrown to Tam McSmit… “A little bet I’m game to take on… That I can scotch this Shakespear… And prove Will just a stoodge for… Said Tam McSmith to Jock McBrow…
Her little head just topped the wi… She even mounted on a stool, maybe… She pressed against the pane, as c… And watched us playing, oh so wist… And then I missed her for a month…
To hell with Government I say; I’m sick of all the piddling pack. I’d like to scram, get clean away, And never, nevermore come back. With heart of hope I long to go
O dear little cabin, I’ve loved y… And now I must bid you good—bye! I’ve filled you with laughter, I’… And sometimes I’ve wished I could… Your walls they have witnessed a w…
I haven’t worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I’m unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So much moth—balled it’s but away,
The poppies gleamed like bloody po… The Captain kept a—lookin’ at the… And there we smoked and squatted,… ’Twas wonnerful, I’m tellin’ you,… ’Twas weary work the waiting, thou…
One of the Down and Out—that’s me… Stare and shrink—say! you wouldn’t… Look at my face, it’s crimped and… Don’t seem the sort of man, do I,… Slouching along in smelly rags, a…
Some deem I’m gentle, some I’m ki… It may be so,—I cannot say. I know I have a simple mind And see things in a simple way; And like a child I love to play.
When you’re lost in the Wild, and… And Death looks you bang in the e… And you’re sore as a boil, it’s ac… To cock your revolver and . . . di… But the Code of a Man says: “Fig…
Your children grow from you apart, Afar and still afar; And yet it should rejoice your hea… To see how glad they are; In school and sport, in work and p…
I’m just an ordinary chap Who comes home to his tea, And mostly I don’t care a rap What people think of me; I do my job and take my pay,
This crowded life of God’s good g… No man has relished more than I; I’ve been so goldarned busy living I’ve never had the time to die. So busy fishing, hunting, roving,
Navels Men have navels more or less; Some are neat, some not Being fat I must confess Mine is far from hot.
There lies the trail to Sunnydale… Amid the lure of laughter. Oh, how can we unhappy be Beneath its leafy rafter! Each perfect hour is like a flower…