#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The choir we had in Pixley wasn’t much… But today if I could hear it I would wa… There warn’t a singer in it that could b… To study with the masters and to learn t… There warn’t no variations, warn’t no fr…
MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, that ca… Say rather Clemens knows life’s mystery… Say rather Clemens has been called abov… But Twain still lives for all the world… Mark Twain is dead! 'T is false, I’ll…
We never knew how much the Flag Could mean, until he went away, We used to boast of it and brag, As something of a by-gone day; But now the Flag can start our tears
#1918 #OverHere
WHAT does it all mean anyway, Noise of cannon and boom of gun, Deafening, colorful fire display Starting in with the rising sun? Ah, it means that this land of ours,
Be a friend. You don’t need money; Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended
#1916 #AHeapO'Livin'
Mothers never change, I guess, In their tender thoughtfulness. Makes no difference that you grow Up to forty years or so, Once you cough, you’ll find that she
#1922 #AllThatMatters
Oh, little girl with eyes of brown And smiles that fairly light the town, I wonder if you really know Just why it is we love you so, And why– with all the little girls
You have given me riches and ease, You have given me joys through the years… I have sat in the shade of your trees, With the song of your birds in my ears. I have drunk of your bountiful wine
A smudge on his nose and a smear on his… And knees that might not have been washe… A bump on his forehead, a scar on his li… A relic of many a tumble and trip: A rough little, tough little rascal, but…
The miser thinks he’s living when he’s h… The soldier calls it living when he’s do… The sailor thinks it living to be tossed… And upon this very subject no two men of… But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my…
Lord, let me stand in the thick of the f… Let me bear what I must without whining… Grant me the wisdom to do what is right, Though a thousand false beacons are shin… Let me be true as the steel of a blade,
Once the house was lovely, but it’s lone… For time has come an’ stained its walls… An’ all that’s left for mother an’ for m… Is to sit an’ tell each other what the c… We couldn’t keep 'em always an’ we knew…
He spent what he made, or he gave it awa… Tried to save money, and would for a day… Started a bank-account time an’ again, Got a hundred or so for a nest egg, an’… Some fellow that needed it more than he…
IT isn’t the blue in the skies, Nor the song of the whispering trees, The light in a fair maiden’s eyes, My joy is far greater than these; You will pardon my arrogance please,
There are times a woman’s love Fer a man stands out, I guess, More ‘n usual, like as when Sickness comes or else distress; But I reckon that it shines
