There in the flame of the open gra… All that is good in the past I se… Red-lipped youth on the swinging g… Bright-eyed youth with its minstre… Girls and boys that I used to kno…

IF LIFE were rosy and skies wer… And never a cloud appeared, If every heart that you loved prov… And never a friendship seared; If there were no troubles to fret…

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,

Show the flag and let it wave As a symbol of the brave Let it float upon the breeze As a sign for each who sees That beneath it, where it rides,

GIUSEPPE TOMASSI ees stylis… He wear da white collar an’ cuff, He says: ‘For expanse I no giva d… Da basta ees not good enough.’ When out weeth hees Rosa he wear…

Some folks I know, when friends d… To visit for awhile and chin, Just lead them round the rooms and… And show them pictures on their wa… And point to rugs and tapestries

It’s seldom trouble comes alone.… An’ trouble comes a-visitin’, it a… Sometimes it’s one you’ve known be… Who stretches out a helping hand a… If never trials came to us, if gri…

One never knows How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees How far a smile of friendship flee… Down, through the years,

‘Men will grow weary,’ said the L… ‘Of working for their bed and boar… They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard

We little thought how much they me… And British mothers wearing black… The war was, O, so distant then,… We couldn’t see the weeping eyes,… We couldn’t sense the weight of wo…

Cheek that is tanned to the wind o… Body that jests at the bite of the… Limbs that are eager and strong to… Into the wilds and the ways of the… Red blood that pulses and throbs i…

I do not say new friends are not c… Or that their smiles ain’t genuine… That when a feller’s heart is crus… And teardrops come a-splashin’ dow… Becoz his grief an’ loneliness are…

If through the years we’re not to… Much finer deeds than we have done… If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead,

Who is it lives to the full every… Gets all the joy and the fun that… Tough as they make 'em, and ready… Fit for a battle and fit for a cha… Heedless of buttons on blouses and…

(In which Ye Ed attempts the mill… We stood at the tee and the driver… Then we put back the turf; At the ball, then a thing called t… Then we put back the turf.