There never was a family without i… With legs a little longer than the… An’ a shock of hair that brush an’… An’ hands that somehow never seem… The one with freckled features and…

Sunshine and shadow and laughter a… These are forever the paints of th… Splashed on the canvas of life day… We are the artists, the colors are… We are the painters, the pigments…

H’it’s h’easy to be 'appy, Don’t you know; There’s no sense in being snappy, Don’t you know; Wot’s the use h’of being grumpy,

When I’m weary of argument wordy And tired of continuous debate, When the speaker like some hurdy g… Which carries on early and late, Keeps up a monotonous bellow

He shall be great who serves his c… He shall be loved who ever guards… His worth the starry banner long s… Who loves his land too much to sto… Who shares the splendor of these s…

Get off your downy cots of ease, There’s work that must be done. Great danger’s riding on the seas. The storm is coming on. Don’t think that it will quickly p…

The strangest man I ever knew Is Ebenezer Pettigrew; Dropped in on him last night t’ ch… Of politics an’ this an’ that, An’ when he’d showed me to a seat

‘When I am rich,’ he used to say, ‘A thousand joys I’ll give away; I’ll walk among the poor I find And unto one and all be kind. I’ll place a wreath of roses red

SAY, Mister Carpenter, you know,… I guess your Pa and Ma forgot to… An’ I can’t come here any more to… Coz my Pa says a man like you ain… You 'member yesterday, when you wa…

The saddest sort of death to die Would be to quit the game called l… And know, beneath the gentle sky, You’d lived a slacker in the strif… That nothing men on earth would fi…

Oh, make us worthy, God, we pray, To do thy service Here to-day; Endow us with

Mothers and wives, ’tis the call t… That the bugler yonder prepares to… We stand on the brink of war’s ala… And your men may lie on a blood-st… ground.

When the umpire calls you out, It’s no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about— Play the game! And though his decision may

Taking medicine today isn’t what it used to be. Castor oil is castor oil, but they’ve banished senna tea, And they’ve sugar coated now all the bitter things we took, Mother used to brew...

He thought that he’d be happy if a… If he were rich he thought that he… He often thought it would be nice… Whenever he desired to go away. He thought he’d be contented if he…