The rich may pay for orchids rare,… Flings out its blossoms to the wor… And all who sigh for loveliness ma… And claim a richer beauty than man… The blooming cherry trees are free…

SOMETIMES I git to thinkin’ o… There comes a-troopin’ through my… I used ter know in Pixley, an’ I… A-livin’ all th’ fun we knew befor… A-dancin’ all th’ dances, th’ lanc…

There’ve been times we’d disagree Somethin’ awful, Ma an’ me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come back no more, An’ go stompin’ down the street

This is the song of the many Who seldom are mentioned in praise… The glorious millions of toilers Who splendidly live out their days… The millions unlured by great rich…

If I knew a better country in thi… Where a man’s work hours are short… If the Briton or the Frenchman ha… I’d pack my goods this minute and… But I notice when an alien wants…

IF you’ve grumbled through the da… Without driving care away, If in spite of all your grouches Troubles on you have kept piling; If regardless of your kicking

He has heard his country calling,… And he’s doing something bigger th… He has caught a greater vision tha… And I know to-day I’m prouder of… His speech is soft and vibrant wit…

When I was but a little lad, not… I noticed in a general way my dad… He liked the little ways I had, t… Sometimes he gave me words of prai… And when I’d done a thing worth w…

When we’ve honored the heroes retu… When we’ve mourned for the heroes… When we’ve done all we can for the… Who stood to the shot and the shel… Let us all keep in mind those who…

When you can’t get her out of your… And you hate what you have to do; And you shirk every task that you… And the others you hurry through. When all you can see is the time t…

I sink my piers to the solid rock, And I send my steel to the sky, And I pile up the granite, block… Full twenty stories high; Nor wind nor weather shall wash aw…

With a twinkle in his eye He’d come gayly walkin’ by An’ he’d whistle to the children An’ he’d beckon 'em to come, Then he’d chuckle low an’ say,

I’m sorry for a feller if he hasn’… To let him eat and do the things h… An aunt to come a visitin’ or one… Is just about the finest kind of l… Of course she’s not your mother, a…

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…

Down to work o’ mornings, an’ back… Down to hours o’ labor, an’ home t… Down to care an’ trouble, an’ home… With every day a good one, an’ eve… Down to dreary dollars, an’ back t…