#English #XXCentury #1916 #AHeapO'Livin'
The road to laughter beckons me, The road to all that’s best; The home road where I nightly see The castle of my rest; The path where all is fine and fai…
Lord, let me stand in the thick of… Let me bear what I must without w… Grant me the wisdom to do what is… Though a thousand false beacons ar… Let me be true as the steel of a b…
F those who love us find us true And kind and gentle, and are glad When each grim working day is thro… To have us near them, why be sad? If those who know us best rejoice
Out near the links where I go to… My favorite game from day to day, There’s a friend of mine that I’v… Walked with or broken bread with,… I’ve talked to him oft and he’s ta…
I never knew, until they went, How much their laughter really mea… I never knew how much the place Depended on each little face; How barren home could be and drear
I want my boy to love his home, His Mother, yes, and me: I want him, wheresoe’er he’ll roam… With us in thought to be. I want him to love what is fine,
Right must not live in idleness, Nor dwell in smug content; It must be strong, against the thr… Of foes, on evil bent. Justice must not a weakling be
OTHERS may laugh at my feeble e… To capture life’s prizes, and othe… The whole world may loudly declare… Be worthy the gunpowder to blow me… It may be I ‘m punk as a parlor r…
IF I had wealth and I had health… And I 'd a roof above me, If I’d a wife to cheer my life, But not one child to love me, No rosy-lipped young laughing miss…
Who is it lives to the full every… Gets all the joy and the fun that… Tough as they make 'em, and ready… Fit for a battle and fit for a cha… Heedless of buttons on blouses and…
Aye, we will follow the Flag Wherever she goes, Into the tropic sun, Into the northern snows; Go where the guns ring out
The easy roads are crowded And the level roads are jammed; The pleasant little rivers With the drifting folks are cramme… But off yonder where it’s rocky,
IF no one ever went ahead, If we had seen no friend depart And mourned him for a while as dea… How great would be our fear to sta… If no one for us led the way,
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…
A touch of the plain and the prair… A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary, A blend of the old and the new; A bit of the pioneer splendor