If it’s wrong to believe in the la… And to pray for Our Flag to the g… If it’s wrong to believe that Our… That honor’s her standard, and tru… If placing her first in our prayer…

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,

Sittin’ on the porch at night when… Just restin’ there an’ talkin’, wi… An’ my shirt band thrown wide open… Oh, it’s then I’m at my richest,… For the scent of early roses seems…

As a golfer I’m not one who cops… I shall always be a member of the… There are times my style is positi… I am awkward in my handling of the… I am not a skillful golfer, nor a…

Under the toiler’s grimy shirt, Under the sweat and the grease and… Under the rough outside you view, Is a man who thinks and feels as y… Go talk with him,

You can rig up a house with all ma… The prayer rugs of sultans and pri… You can hang on its wall the old t… Which some dead Egyptian once tre… But though costly and gorgeous its…

He’s taken out his papers, an’ he’… He’s sworn to love the Stars and… An’ he’s done with dukes an’ princ… An’ he’s pledged himself to freedo… He’s bought himself a bit of groun…

I follow a famous father, His honor is mine to wear; He gave me a name that was free fr… A name he was proud to bear. He lived in the morning sunlight,

She said she was sorry the weather… The night that she asked us to din… And she really appeared inexpressi… Because she had hoped 'twould be f… She was sorry to hear that my wife…

Here’s to you, little mother, With your boy so far away; May the joy of service smother All your grief this Christmas day… May the magic of his splendor

Full many a time a thought has com… That had a bitter meaning in it. And in the conversation’s hum I lost it ere I could begin it. I’ve had it on my tongue to spring

YOUR cheeks are pinker than the… Your eyes are bluer than the skies… Than you no fairer blossom grows, In you all earthly sweetness lies. Without you life were drear to me,

DO you know why men dig ditches And why others till the soil? Do you know why men seek riches, And each morn go out to toil? It’s because at home there’s waiti…

We little thought how much they me… And British mothers wearing black… The war was, O, so distant then,… We couldn’t see the weeping eyes,… We couldn’t sense the weight of wo…