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…

HE died a poor man, so they say, Few were the dollars stored away By him while he lived, and yet His memory I’ll not forget. A spendthrift! True, but not for…

TODAY is mine. Tomorrow may not… Next week, next year, I may not l… This hour I have. It is enough fo… To make by smiles, or mar by being… And so I strive to live this one…

JUST at the edge of the night an… Little Miss Six O’clock comes to… A sweet little laugh is her musica… That day time is here and the nigh… And I am so sleepy, and I am so w…

GIUSEPPE TOMASSI ees stylis… He wear da white collar an’ cuff, He says: ‘For expanse I no giva d… Da basta ees not good enough.’ When out weeth hees Rosa he wear…

SHE wants to go unto the shore, And pack her trunk With gowns no one has seen before, And all such junk. But I would seek some far off pla…

Let others sing their songs of war And chant their hymns of splendid… Let others praise the soldiers’ wa… And hail the cannon’s flaming brea… Let others sing of Glory’s fields

I wonder have you ever known Or heard of such a thing As paperhangers in the house Who didn’t try to sing?

Who once has had a friend has foun… The link 'twixt mortal and divine; Though now he sleeps in hallowed g… He lives in memory’s sacred shrine… And there he freely moves about,

Some folks leave home for money And some leave home for fame, Some seek skies always sunny, And some depart in shame. I care not what the reason

Eagerly he took my dime, Then shuffled on his way, Thick with sin and filth and grime… But I wondered all that day How the man had gone astray.

When you can’t get her out of your… And you hate what you have to do; And you shirk every task that you… And the others you hurry through. When all you can see is the time t…

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…

At Sugar Camp the cook is kind And laughs the laugh we knew as bo… And there we slip away and find Awaiting us the old-time joys. The catbird calls the selfsame way

Last night I caught him on his kn… And oh, the guilty look he wore, a… When I, pretending to be cross, s… game?’ As if, back in the long ago, I ha…