#English #XXCentury #1917 #JustFolks
The bright spots in my life are wh… Although that grim disturbance bri… The week between the old girl’s’ r… Is one that’s filled with happines… The charm of living’s back again—a…
The golden dreamboat’s ready, all… And the breeze is gently blowing t… And the fairy’s captain’s waiting… With the silver dust of slumber, c… Oh, the night is rich with moonlig…
There’s no lock upon your door, And the polish that you wore In the years ago when you were bri… Now has lost its splendid shine, And your driver’s bending spine
Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over sto… That long had heard the pipes o’… And shared the joys that nature ow… I met a fellow fisherman,
Tuggin’ at your bottle, An’ it’s O, you’re mighty sweet! Just a bunch of dimples From your top-knot to your feet, Lying there an’ gooin’
Lord, we’ve had our little wrangle… There’s many a time, I reckon, th… My tongue’s a trifle hasty an’ my… An’ Mother, let me tell you, has… But I couldn’t live without her,…
Glad to be back home again, Where abide the friendly men; Glad to see the same old scenes And the little house that means All the joys the soul has treasure…
Once there was a boy who never Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad, Never whipped fer bein’ bad, Never scolded by his Ma,
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three, And back to me came straying The years that used to be; In him the boy was Maying
We’re queer folks here. We’ll talk about the weather, The good times we have had togethe… The good times near, The roses buddin’, an’ the bees
IT is well enough to cheer for th… It is fine to praise the brother w… But don’t keep your kind words alw… For the boy who really needs them… Give a cheer when men deserve it,…
None knows the day that friends mu… None knows how near is sorrow; If there be laughter in your heart… Don’t hold it for to-morrow. Smile all the smiles you can to-da…
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
Oh, man must dream of gladness whe… And a hint of something better is… And nobody wakes at morning but ho… To have come to a richer pleasure… For man is a dreamer ever. He gli…
Little girlie, kneeling there, Speaking low your evening prayer, In your cunning little nightie With your pink toes peeping throug… With your eyes closed and your han…