Would you sell your boy for a stac… Would you miss that hand that is y… Would you take a fortune and never… The man, in a few brief years, he’… Suppose that his body were racked…
You may brag about your breakfast… Your crisp, delightful shavings an… Your toasted flakes of rye and cor… Or rave about a sawdust mash, an e… But none of these appeals to me, t…
Ain’t it fine when things are goin… Topsy-turvy and askew To discover someone showing Good old-fashioned faith in you? Ain’t it good when life seems drea…
In some respects the old days were… Before we got to wanting wealth an… Perhaps the world was happier then… But when it’s zero weather I am g… Old-fashioned winters I recall—th…
Some day the world will need a man… And somewhere, as a little boy, th… Within some humble home, no doubt,… Now climbs upon his father’s knee… And when shall come that call for…
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…
Days are gettin’ shorter an’ the a… Apples now are droppin’ into Moth… The mist at dusk is risin’ over va… An’ it’s just as plain as sunshine… The turkeys now are struttin’ roun…
How much grit do you think you’ve… Can you quit a thing that you like… You may talk of pluck; it’s an eas… And where’er you go it is often he… But can you tell to a jot or guess
Nobody stops at the rich man’s doo… Nobody shouts a ‘hello!’ to him in… Nobody comes to his porch at night… And talks till it’s time to go to… Nobody just happens in to call on…
Whose luck is better far than ours… The other fellow’s. Whose road seems always lined with… The other fellow’s. Who is the man who seems to get
There in the flame of the open gra… All that is good in the past I se… Red-lipped youth on the swinging g… Bright-eyed youth with its minstre… Girls and boys that I used to kno…
The joy of life is living it, or s… In finding shackles on your wrists… In seeing wrongs and righting them… Then toiling till the vision is as… The happiest mortal on the earth i…
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…
Who is it lives to the full every… Gets all the joy and the fun that… Tough as they make 'em, and ready… Fit for a battle and fit for a cha… Heedless of buttons on blouses and…
When I was but a little lad I alw… No matter what the rig we had, rig… The front seat was the honor place… And I manoeuvred to avoid the cus… We children used to scramble then…
There are no gods that bring to yo… The rich rewards that stalwarts cl… The god of fortune is in truth A vision and an empty name. The toiler who through doubt and c…
An auto is a helpful thing; I love the way the motor hums, I love each cushion and each sprin… The way it goes, the way it comes; It saves me many a dreary mile,
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,
The old days, the old days, how of… The days of hope at dewy morn, the… The days when every mead was fair,… And every maiden wore a smile, and… The days when dreams were golden a…
Joy stands on the hilltops, Beckoning to me, Urging me to journey Up where I can see Blue skies ever smiling,
Songs of rejoicin’, Of love and of cheer, Are the songs that I’m yearnin’ f… Year after year. The songs about children
We’ve got another mouth to feed, From out our little store; To satisfy another’s need Is now my daily chore. A growing family is ours,
The little church of Long Ago, wh… With mother in the family pew and… How I would like to see it now th… The straight-backed pews, the pulp… Dressed stiffly. in their Sunday…
Sue’s got a baby now, an’ she Is like her mother used to be; Her face seems prettier, an’ her w… More settled-like. In these few d… She’s changed completely, an’ her…
I know a wonderful land, I said, Where the skies are always blue, Where on chocolate drops are the c… And coconut cookies, too; Where puppy dogs romp at the child…
It may be I am getting old and li… Upon the days of bygone years, the… But thinking of them now I wish s… A simple old Thanksgiving Day, li… When all the family gathered round…
’Tis a little old house with a squ… And a porch that seems made for ju… In the yard is a group of geranium… And a glorious old-fashioned peony… Petunias and pansies and larkspurs…
We’ve been out to Pelletier’s Brushing off the stain of years, Quitting all the moods of men And been boys and girls again. We have romped through orchards bl…
A man is at his finest towards the… He is almost what he should be whe… Then he’s thinking more of others… And the laughter of his children i… He is less a selfish creature than…
Little women, little men, Childhood never comes again. Live it gaily while you may; Give your baby souls to play; March to sound of stick and pan,
“I work for someone else,” he said… “I have no chance to get ahead. At night I leave the job behind; At morn I face the same old grind… And everything I do by day
I like to see the flowers grow, To see the pansies in a row; I think a well-kept garden’s fine, And wish that such a one were mine… But one can’t have a stock of flow…
If through the years we’re not to… Much finer deeds than we have done… If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead,
Don’t mind being broke at all, When I can say that what I had Was spent for toys for kiddies sma… And that the spending made 'em gla… I don’t regret the money gone,
There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear… There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort,
Mother for me made excuses When I was a little lad; Found some reason for my conduct When it had been very bad. Blamed it on a recent illness
I might wish the world were better… I might sit around and sigh For a water that is wetter And a bluer sort of sky. There are times I think the weath…
Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen Is Ma. Lovelier than any queen Is Ma. Girls with curls go walking by,
Up to the ceiling And down to the floor, Hear him now squealing And calling for more. Laughing and shouting,
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…
Each evening on my lap there climb… A little boy of three, And with his dimpled, chubby fists He pounds me shamefully. He gives my beard a vicious tug,
My land is where the kind folks ar… And where the friends are true, Where comrades brave will travel f… Some kindly deed to do. My land is where the smiles are br…
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
Under the shade of trees, Flat on my back at ease, Lulled by the hum of bees, There’s where I rest; Breathing the scented air,
The smell of arnica is strong, And mother’s time is spent In rubbing father’s arms and back With burning liniment. The house is like a druggist’s sho…
Show me the boy who never threw A stone at someone’s cat; Or never hurled a snowball swift At someone’s high silk hat. Who never ran away from school,
Curly locks, what do you know of t… And what do your brown eyes see? Has your baby mind been able to fi… One thread of the mystery? Do you know of the sorrow and pain…
The telephone rang in my office to… as it often has tinkled before. I turned in my chair in a half-gro… for a telephone call is a bore; And I thought, ‘It is somebody wa…
Home was never home before, Till the baby came. Love no golden jewels wore, Till the baby came. There was joy, but now it seems
Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over sto… That long had heard the pipes o’… And shared the joys that nature ow… I met a fellow fisherman,
Over the hills of time to the vall… Over the roads of woe to the land… Up from the haunts of men to the p… This is the march of mortality to… Troopers we are in life, warring a…
Time was I thought of growing up, But that was ere the babies came; I’d dream and plan to be a man And win my share of wealth and fam… For age held all the splendors the…
The roads of happiness are not The selfish roads of pleasure seek… Where cheeks are flushed with hast… And none has time for kindly speak… But they’re the roads where lovers…
June is here, the month of roses,… Weaving garlands for our lassies,… Painting scenes of gorgeous splend… Changing scenes from early morning… June is here, the month of blossom…
When mother sleeps, a slamming doo… Disturbs her not at all; A man might walk across the floor Or wander through the hall A pistol shot outside would not
The patter of rain on the roof, The glint of the sun on the rose; Of life, these the warp and the wo… The weaving that everyone knows. Now grief with its consequent tear…
The easy roads are crowded And the level roads are jammed; The pleasant little rivers With the drifting folks are cramme… But off yonder where it’s rocky,
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…
There is too much of sighing, and… Of pitiful tales of despair. There is too much of wailing and g… And too much of railing at care. There is far too much glorificatio…
Rough is the road I am journeying… Heavy the burden I’m bearing to-d… But I’m humming a song, as I wand… And I smile at the roses that nod… Red roses sweet,
