Because back home in Tennessee I was a champeen shot, They made a sniper outa me An’ ninety krouts I got: I wish to Christ I’d not!

Mary and I were twenty—two When we were wed; A well—matched pair, right smart t… The town’s folk said. For twenty years I have been true

Because my overcoat’s in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; The dusty bins with bottles shine,

Miss Don’t—do—this and Don’t—do—t… Has such a sunny smile You cannot help but chuckle at Her cuteness and her guile. Her locks are silken floss of gold…

Brave Thackeray has trolled of da… And bounded up five flights of sta… And yet again in mellow vein when… Has dipped his nose in Gascon win… But if I worthy were to sing a ri…

I keep collecting books I know I’ll never, never read; My wife and daughter tell me so, And yet I never head. “Please make me,” says some wistfu…

Softly every night they come To the picture show, That old couple, deaf and dumb In the second row; Wistful watching, hand in hand,

A ray of sun strayed softly round, For something to caress, Until a resting place it found Of joy and thankfulness; 'Twas Minette, our Angora cat,

Each time that I switch on the li… A Miracle it seems to me That I should rediscover sight And banish dark so utterly. One moment I am bleakly blind,

Blind Peter Piper used to play All up and down the city; I’d often meet him on my way, And throw a coin for pity. But all amid his sparkling tones

He asked the lady in the train If he might smoke: she smiled cons… So lighting his cigar and fain To talk he puffed away content, Reflecting: how delightful are

An angel was tired of heaven, as h… His halo was tilted sideways, and… So the Master stooped in His pity… For the space of a moon, to the ea… He doffed his celestial garments,…

I drink my fill of foamy ale I sing a song, I tell a tale, I play the fiddle; My throat is chronically dry, Yet savant of a sort am I,

When looking back I dimly see The trails my feet have trod, Some hand divine, it seems to me, Has pulled the strings with God; Some angel form has lifeward leane…