You shall have satin and silk to w… When my ship comes in; And jewels to shine in your raven… When my ship comes in. Oh, the path is dreary to-day and…

If only I were Santa Claus and y… I’d find the chimney to your heart… On Christmas Eve when all was sti… Much like your Santa Claus of old… And in the pack upon my back all s…

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…

The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and re… In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,

HE took off his hat to the woman… But he wouldn’t do that for his wi… He picked up the handkerchief drop… But he wouldn’t do that for his wi… He ran for a chair when a fair mai…

GOOD, kindly Mother Nature play… No favorites, but smiles for all Who care to tread her pleasant way… And listen to the song birds’ call… The tulips and the violets grow

The kids are out-of-doors once mor… The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put away, and no more tears Are shed because they cannot go

I’d rather be a failure than the m… I’d rather seek the mountain-top t… Oh, let me hold some lofty dream a… And though I fail I still shall k… The idlers line the ways of life a…

WHOM is your boy going to for ad… Tough Johnny Jones at the end of… Rough Billy Green or untaught Ji… Who is now guiding his innocent fe… Who takes him walking or swimming…

If you can smooth his path a bit, Bring laughter to his worried face… Restore today his stock of grit And help him all his troubles chas… If you can speak one word of prais…

I KNEW it was comin’, I’d watch… Without sayin’ a word to a soul ex… Of the sweet sort o’ things that w… An,' ‘You orter feel mighty glad… Was all that she said. But I didn…

What We Can Be We cannot all be men of fame, We cannot all be men of wealth, We cannot all be known by name, We cannot all have perfect health,

YOURS is the loser’s part to pla… For you the goal is far away And never to be gained. It is your lot to stand and see The golden apples on life’s tree

He is with you every minute, in th… And your caddie’s quick to sense i… If you hear your trials bravely, i… You will find the little fellow tr… If you show the proper spirit when…

HOW dear to my heart is the bank… The five-spots and tens in the str… The yellow boys, too, that were mi… And oft I caressed with a fatherl… The wide, bulging bank roll that s…