There’s a bump on his brow and a s… That is plainly the stain of his t… At his neck there’s a glorious sun… The bronze of his happiest years. Oh, he’s battered and bruised at t…

‘€˜TIS friendship’s test to guard… Of him you love from all attack, As you are to his face, the same To be when you’re behind his back. Now good old loyal Jimmy Green,

I think my country needs my vote, I know it doesn’t need my throat, My lungs and larynx, too; And so I sit at home at night And teach my children what is righ…

Figure it out for yourself, my lad… You’re all that the greatest of me… Two arms, two hands, two legs, two… And a brain to use if you would be… With this equipment we all began,

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,

NEVER so happy as when I ‘m at… I ’m not so anxious to wander or r… Rather sit down with the folks who… With somebody’s youngster astride… And gallop him off to the wonderfu…

The crowded street his playground… A puddle in a vacant lot his sea w… Poor little orphan boy of five, th… Taint every cooling breeze he gets… And he is just as your boy is, a c…

Isn’t it fine when the day is done… And the petty battles are lost or… When the gold is made and the ink… To quit the struggle and turn asid… To spend an hour with your boy in…

WHEN we wuz kids together, an’ w… In the lazy days of summer, when o… When a hat warn’t necessary, an’ a… An’ there warn’t a blessed thing t… Then th’ sun meant somethin’ to us…

Some folks I know, when friends d… To visit for awhile and chin, Just lead them round the rooms and… And show them pictures on their wa… And point to rugs and tapestries

F those who love us find us true And kind and gentle, and are glad When each grim working day is thro… To have us near them, why be sad? If those who know us best rejoice

HE has not lived in vain If men can say When he has passed away: “He labored not for gain.’ If one can truly say:

When I’m weary of argument wordy And tired of continuous debate, When the speaker like some hurdy g… Which carries on early and late, Keeps up a monotonous bellow

Mothers dream such splendid dreams… Dreams of wondrous deeds they’ll d… Every mother of a boy knows that i… One who some day will arise splend… Mothers sing their babes to sleep,…

I WONDER if they’re bitin’ way… I wonder if they’re fightin’ very… I wonder if they’re hungry, an’ wo… Th’ way that I remember they used… I wonder if Ole Daddy’s caught hi…