Ain’t it fine when things are going

An’ see ’em smile an’ hear ’em sing,An’ feel their kisses, then, by jing!I vow this world is mighty fineAn’ run upon a great design.I trudge away at break o’ dayAn’ hear the grumblers round me say,This world ain’t what it ought to be,With so much care an’ misery,An’ so much work for all to…

Let me wander once again where the skies are bright,Freckled face and tanned of leg, roadways of delight,Picking checkerberries as I laze along the way,Hunting for the robin’s nest — dozing in the hay.Down the lanes of boyhood, there are joys untold,Hidden caves of precious things, stores of yellow gold;Friends that only boyhood knows, birds…

An’ a shock of hair that brush an’ comb can’t ever straighten out,An’ hands that somehow never seem to know what they’re about;The one with freckled features and a nose that looks as thoughIt was fashioned by the youngsters from a chunk of mother’s dough.You know the man I’m thinking of, the homely one an’…

The war was, O, so distant then, the grief so far away,We couldn’t see the weeping eyes, nor hear the women pray.We couldn’t sense the weight of woe that rested on that land,But now our boy is called to go- to-day, we understand.There, some have heard the blackest news that o’er the wires has sped,And…

Nothing h’at all h’ever robs ‘im of slumber;Once when I told ‘im ‘is rich h’aunt was dead,‘E looked h’at me blandly,H’and stryngely h’and grandly,H’and stroked ‘is moustache as though ‘e ‘adn’t ‘eard;Flicked a speck h’off ‘is coat,H’and then cleared h’out ‘is throat,H’and put on ‘is topper, remarking: ‘My word!’Cool h’as an h’oyster along h’in December-…

It started off auspiciously, without a sign of frown,Good Mrs. Green put all at ease by kissing Mrs. Brown.Then Mrs. Johnson graciously kissed Mrs. Jackson’s lips,And Mrs. Watson followed suit by kissing Mrs. Phipps;Then all formality was dropped, and everyone grew cheery,When Mrs. Rich, the president, called Mrs. Bilkins ‘dearie.’I can’t describe the sweetness and…