#English #XXCentury #1918 #AHeapO'Livin' #OverHere
We know not where the path may lea… The clouds are dark above us now,… And yet when all the storms have p… We shall be prouder of our flag th… We could not longer idle stay, spe…
You do not know it, little man, In your summer coat of tan And your legs bereft of hose And your peeling, sunburned nose, With a stone bruise on your toe,
Ain’t no use as I can see In sittin’ underneath a tree An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad… An’ that your life is extry sad; Your life ain’t sadder than your n…
There are different kinds of heroe… They get their pictures printed, a… There are heroes known to glory th… In the service of their country an… There are brave men in the trenche…
He thought that he’d be happy if a… If he were rich he thought that he… He often thought it would be nice… Whenever he desired to go away. He thought he’d be contented if he…
There are noises that freeze up th… There’s the sound of the burglar a… As he’s picking the lock, and the… Of a wind-worried door I thought… But there’s nothing that frightens…
The happiest nights I ever know Are those when I’ve No place to go, And the missus says
Pa’s not so very big or brave; he… His hands are soft like little gir… Ma weighs a whole lot more than P… Out in the river all day long, but… But when the thunder starts to rol…
This much I know: God does not wrong us here, Though oft His judgments seem sev… And reason falters 'neath the blow… Some day we’ll learn ’twas better…
THROUGH the smoke clouds that… I can see the Long Ago And the merry lanes of boyhood That I gayly used to tread; See the crows upon the wing,
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…
If I had hatred in my heart towar… If I were pressed to do him ill,… To wound him sorely and to rob his… I’d wish his wife would go away an… I’d waste no time on curses vague,…
We were speakin’ of excitement, an… That sorter dot life’s landscape,… An’ one feller spoke of bein’ in a… An’ another one of skatin’ on some… Then a meek-faced little brother i…
When my hair is thin and silvered,… When I’ve many years behind me, a… I shall want to sit, I reckon, so… An’ recall the roads I’ve travele… An’ I hope there’ll be no picture…
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…