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‘How much do babies cost?’ said he The other night upon my knee; And then I said: ‘They cost a lot… A lot of watching by a cot, A lot of sleepless hours and care,
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
On every street there’s a certain… Where the children gather to romp… There’s a certain house where they… To play their games and to sing th… And they trample the lawn with the…
A friend is one who stands to shar… Your every touch of grief and care… He comes by chance, but stays by c… Your praises he is quick to voice. No grievous fault or passing whim
It’s tough when you are homesick i… and distant place; It’s anguish when you’re hungry fo… old-familiar face. And yearning for the good folks an…
I’M for the happy man every time, The man who smiles as he goes his… Whether he’s up or whether he’s do… I ‘m for the man with a grin, I s… I ’m for the man who can bear his…
“I WANT a chance to show what I… He sighed when others seemed to pa… ‘There are great problems I could… Somehow, I never get the chance t… Give me a chance to show what I c…
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,
‘Boy o’ mine, boy o’ mine, this is… This is my dream and my thought an… Strong be the spirit which dwells… Never may folly or shame get the b… You shall be tempted in fancied se…
The lady what comes up to our hous… Is awfully poor, an’ she’s got Three babies t’ care for, an’ that… An’ that’s why she worries a lot. An’ Ma says her husband don’t hel…
Last night I got to thinkin’ of t… When I still had on knee breeches… An’ my Sunday suit was velvet. Ma… But I know I didn’t like it—eithe… It was far too girlish for me, for…
If he should meet a mother there Along some winding Flanders road, No extra touch of grief or care He’ll add unto her heavy load. But he will kindly take her arm
Some fellers’ pas seem awful old, An’ talk like they was going to sc… An’ their hair’s all gone, an’ the… Or holler an’ shout when they come… They don’t get out in the street a…
IT doesn’t seem a year ago that I… The icy steps that lead below at 1… And puttering round the kitchen st… As I stood there and waited for h… Then sampled it to see that it was…
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