I know a garden where the lilies g… And one who lingers in the sunshin… She is than white—stoled lily far… And oh, her eyes are heaven—lit wi… I know a garret, cold and dark and…

This is the pay—day up at the mine… There’s money to burn in the stree… With a haggard face and a ribband… And I know at the dawn she’ll com… One for herself, to drown her sham…

Playboy I greet the challenge of the dawn With weary, bleary eyes; Into the sky so ashen wan I wait the sun to rise;

I’d hate to be centipede (of legs… For if new trousers I should need… The bill would come to such a lot… Or else I’d have to turn a Scot a… I’m jolly glad I haven’t got a ne…

Strip Teaser My precious grand—child, aged two, Is eager to unlace one shoe, And then the other; Her cotton socks she’ll deftly dof…

Some carol of the banjo, to its me… Of viol or of lute some make a son… My battered old accordion, you’re… You’ve been my friend and comforte… Round half the world I’ve trotted…

Confound all aberrations which Make men do foolish things, Like buying bracelets for a bitch, Or witless wedding rings. As if we had not woe enough

A-sitttin’ on a cracker box an’ sp… I took a sudden notion that I’d k… An’ so I bought a ticket, jest as… From Pumpkinville in Idaho to Ro… An’ found myself in seven days of…

There was a woman, and she was wis… She was old, so old, yet her years… And she knew by heart, from finish… There is no hope for such as I on… Unloved I live, unloved I die, un…

I sought Him on the purple seas, I sought Him on the peaks aflame; Amid the gloom of giant trees And canyons lone I called His nam… The wasted ways of earth I trod:

Mad Maria in the Square Sits upon a wicker chair. When the keeper asks the price Mad Maria counts her lice. No pesito can she pay,

“Tuberculosis should not be,” The old professor said. “If folks would hearken unto me 'Twould save a million dead. Nay, no consumptive needs to die,

My folks think I’m a serving maid Each time I visit home; They do not dream I ply a trade As old as Greece or Rome; For if they found I’d fouled thei…

Gas got me in the first World War… And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might survive them for I am a gardener by trade. My life is in the open air,