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…

GIUSEPPE TOMASSI ees stylis… He wear da white collar an’ cuff, He says: ‘For expanse I no giva d… Da basta ees not good enough.’ When out weeth hees Rosa he wear…

He was beaten from the start, Beaten by his doubting heart, And he had a ready ear For the busy tongue of fear, And he had a timid mind

I saw him in the distance, as the… A shivery little fellow standing i… And a little pile of clothing very… He was owner of a gladness that ha… I have shivered as he shivered, I…

You can buy, if you’ve got money,… You can pay for bread and honey, a… But when trouble comes to fret you… For the gentle hand of friendship… You can buy with gold and silver t…

Something to talk about, something… Something to laugh at the whole da… Something to look at with pride an… Something for friends to come in j… Something you can’t sum up all the…

IT was thick with Prussian troope… Every tree that cast a shadow was… Death was guarding every roadway,… And behind each rise of terrain wa… But Uncle Sam’s Marines had orde…

All things grow lovely in a little… The brush of memory paints a canva… The dead face through the ages wea… And glorious becomes accomplished… There’s nothing ugly that can live…

When your boy wants to do what he… Some foolish or dangerous thing. Or something you wish that he woul… A deed that disaster may bring, That he must not you hasten to tel…

First thing in the morning, last… Get it when I come from school: '… Go upstairs this minute, an’ roll… An’ give your hands a scrubbing an… Now don’t stand there and argue, a…

Thankful for the glory of the old… and Blue, For the spirit of America that st… and true, For the laughter of our children a…

I’d like to leave but daffodills to mark my little way, To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray; I’d like to pass away from earth

I like ‘em, in the winter when the… I like ’em in the spring time when… But when summer suns have tanned '… I somehow think the children make… When they’re brown as little berri…

I never knew, until they went, How much their laughter really mea… I never knew how much the place Depended on each little face; How barren home could be and drear

The handy man about the house Is old and bent and gray; Each morning in the yard he toils, Where all the children play; Some new task every day he finds,