#English #XXCentury
He limped into the place one day,… ‘Just half a man,’ he told the bos… An accident did this to me, ’twere… It robbed me of efficiency, but le… The boss said kindly unto him: 'T…
Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear
Who has a troop of romping youth About his parlour floor, Who nightly hears a round of cheer… When he is at the door, Who is attacked on every side
I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ ov… Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk… Is my Pa. I’ve not been here long—my days ar…
I don’t see why Pa likes him so, And seems so glad to have him come… He jabs my ribs and wants to know If here and there it’s hurting som… He holds my wrist, coz there are t…
We never knew how much the Flag Could mean, until he went away, We used to boast of it and brag, As something of a by-gone day; But now the Flag can start our te…
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…
I am eager once more to feel easy, I’m weary of thinking of dress; I’m heartily sick of stiff collars… And trousers the tailor must press… I’m eagerly waiting the glad days—
Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the… But glad in his heart that his own…
Oh, we have shipped his Christmas… And he shall find the things he li… But he must miss the kisses true a… And he must miss the smiles of hom… He’ll spend his Christmas 'neath…
Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejo… An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks… An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin… Are growin’ more beautiful day aft… Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with t…
Songs of rejoicin’, Of love and of cheer, Are the songs that I’m yearnin’ f… Year after year. The songs about children
THE little old-fashioned church,… Where the sunbeams to worship came… And the choir was composed of the… The little old-fashioned church th… With its plain, wooden cross on th…
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 you would please me when I’ve… Let not your grief embitter you.… Turn with full courage from my mou… And smile upon the children at the… Let them make merry in their usual…