#EnglishWriters
The father toils at his work all d… And he hums this song as he plods… ‘Heigho! for the mother and babe o… Who watch at the window each night… Their smiles are ever before my ey…
The roads of happiness are not The selfish roads of pleasure seek… Where cheeks are flushed with hast… And none has time for kindly speak… But they’re the roads where lovers…
Jim’s made good in the world out t… No better, of course, than she des… Fred is manager, full-fledged now’… An’ I lose my breath when I think… Clever—the word don’t mean enough…
Some folks there be who seem to ne… An’ reckon all the joys that have… Some think that pleasure’s only fo… An’ where an orchestra’s at work t… Still others seek it at their play…
For this and that and various thin… It seems that men must get togethe… To purchase cups or diamond rings Or to discuss the price of leather… From nine to ten, or two to three,
No children in the house to play’… It must be hard to live that way! I wonder what the people do When night comes on and the work i… With no glad little folks to shout…
Life is a jest; Take the delight of it. Laughter is best; Sing through the night of it. Swiftly the tear
‘Oh, if only I had known!’ Said the keeper of the inn. ‘But no hint to me was shown, And I didn’t let them in. ‘Yes, a star gleamed overhead,
Home is the place where the laught… And man should be found at his bes… Let the cares of the day be as gre… The night has been fashioned for r… So leave at the door when the toil…
H’if a yankee cutthroat ‘acks ‘is… H’it tykes a year to pack ‘im h’of… ‘E can h’always dig h’up some h’ex… To keep your justice creepin’ like… But h’in H’England, h’if a bloke…
MINE is a song of the average ma… Who has been on earth since the wo… You’ll find him kind and you’ll fi… You’ll find him cheerful and happy… He’s never proud and he’s never me…
Strange thoughts come to the man a… ’Tis then, if ever, he talks with… And views himself as a single clod In the soil of life where the soul… ’Tis then he questions the why and…
There’s nothing cheers a fellow up… A handclasp and an honest smile th… And when at friendly doors you rin… From all life’s doubts to hear the… see you!’
I’d like to be the sort of man the flag could boast about; I’d like to be the sort of man it cannot live without; I’d like to be the type of man
Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the… But glad in his heart that his own…