#English #XXCentury
There are many to cheer when the b… There are many to shout for the ri… There are many to rail at the worl… But few have the grit for the figh… There are thousands to start with…
The whistle sounds! The game is o… We pay our tribute now with tears Instead of smiling eyes and cheers… Neil Snow has crossed the line on… Life’s scrimmage ends! A manly so…
I’M glad I have a wife at home That’s patient, kind and true; I ‘m glad a little tot of three At home waits for me, too; I ’m glad that I can see them bot…
Got a sliver in my hand An’ it hurt t’ beat the band, An’ got white around it, too; Then the first thing that I knew It was all swelled up, an’ Pa
The skies are blue and the sun is… and the grass is green and soft And the old charm’s back in the ap… and it calls a boy aloft; And the same low voice that the ol…
I’ve told about the times that Ma… And how we have to hustle round fo… But there’s another care we know t… I guess it happens easily a dozen… It starts when first the postman t…
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…
I ALWAYS think of mother, when The lilac tree’s in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again Upon its sweet perfume. And every opal spire that sways
Oh, my shoulders grow aweary of th… An’ I grumble when I’m footsore a… But I strap my knapsack tighter t… An’ I’m glad to bear the burdens… It’s for them that I am ploddin’,…
I DO not ask for roses all the ti… For blue skies bending o’er me eve… I do not ask for easy hills to cli… And always for my feet a pleasant… In laughter I would not spend all…
I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world o… Ain’t the works of art on the gall… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust s… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow…
Until she died we never knew The beauty of our faith in God. We’d seen the summer roses nod And wither as the tempests blew, Through many a spring we’d lived t…
Turn me loose and let me be Young once more and fancy free; Let me wander where I will, Down the lane and up the hill, Trudging barefoot in the dust
rose unto the bights of fame And with the great men stood, He heard the people cheer his name And speak of him as good. Success at last he had attained
I don’t mind the man with a red bl… At a real or a fancied wrong; I can stand for the chap with a gr… To drop it when joy comes along; I have praise for the fellow who s…