#English #XXCentury
DERE never was a man on earth So wonderful or clever, Dat ever found a way t’ live On dis ole world forever. Dere never was a man so rich,
He is marching dusty highways and… His eyes are clear and shining and… He is wearing Yankee khaki and a… And the chap that we are backing i… He’s no parlour dude, a-prancing,…
One came to the house with a prett… ‘It’s all for the best,' said he, And I know that he sought my hear… And I know that he grieved with m… But I was too full of my sorrow t…
I hold no dream of fortune vast, Nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past That many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise
I DON’T get much attention now, Although I’m not complaining; I’m forced to get on anyhow, Another king is reigning. She doesn’t run to wait on me,
Turn me loose and let me be Young once more and fancy free; Let me wander where I will, Down the lane and up the hill, Trudging barefoot in the dust
Curling smoke from a chimney low, And only a few more steps to go, Faces pressed at a window pane Watching for someone to come again… And I am the someone they wait to…
There is sorrow in the household; There’s a grief too hard to bear; There’s a little cheek that’s tear… There’s a sobbing baby there. And try how we will to comfort,
WHAT would be the use of singing… If there was no little woman near… What would be the use of righting… If a little woman didn’t cease to… What would be the use of getting r…
When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger’s not a feat. When he has more than he can spend It isn’t hard to give or lend. Who gives but what he’ll never mis…
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blow… Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
Let philosophers say that it’s all… No matter what happens awry, I defy one to smile who spills pie… Especially loose pumpkin pie.
Under the toiler’s grimy shirt, Under the sweat and the grease and… Under the rough outside you view, Is a man who thinks and feels as y… Go talk with him,
When will the laughter ring again… Not till the soldiers come home ag… When will the holly gleam again an… Not till the swords are sheathed o… When will happy hearts meet again…
I don’t mind the man with a red bl… At a real or a fancied wrong; I can stand for the chap with a gr… To drop it when joy comes along; I have praise for the fellow who s…