Being a shorty, as you see, A bare five footer, The why my wife is true to me Is my six—shooter. For every time a guy goes by

Lord, I’m grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I’ve had my fun… And all about, I seem to see Lads and lassies that look like me… Ice—blue eyes on every hand,

Oh how I’d be gay and glad If a little house I had, Snuggled in a shady lot, With behind a garden plot; Simple grub, old duds to wear,

It’s mighty nice at shut of day With weariness to hit the hey, To close your eyes, tired through… And just forget that “you are you.… It’s mighty sweet to wake again

Oh bear with me, for I am old And count on fingers five The years this pencil I may hold And hope to be alive; How sadly soon our dreaming ends!

Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the F… “Let’s leave,” says he, “the lousy… I’m fed up to the molar mark with… I feel the bloody barnacles a—cark… Let’s hit the hard—boiled North a…

My neighbour has a field of wheat And I a rood of vine; And he will give me bread to eat, And I will give him wine. And so we are a jolly pair,

I ran a nail into my hand, The wound was hard to heal; So bitter was the pain to stand I thought how it would feel, To have spikes thrust through hand…

Worms finer for fishing you couldn… I delved them dismayed from the ve… The rich loam upturning I gathere… big, fat, gleamy earthworms, all r… Thinks I, without waiting, my hoo…

Give me the scorn of the stars and… Wail of the pines and a wind with… Night and a trail unknown and a he… Give me to live and love in the ol… A soldier’s billet at night and a…

Ye who know the Lone Trail fain w… Though it lead to glory or the dar… Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid y… The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail f… The trails of the world be countle…

When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. Yet though a fanatic I was,

There will be a singing in your he… There will be a rapture in your ey… You will be a woman set apart, You will be so wonderful and wise. You will sleep, and when from drea…

The Greatest Writer of to—day (With Maupassant I almost set him… Said to me in a weary way, The last occasion that I met him: “Old chap, this world is more and…