But I hate him who stubs his toe
And straightway gets a case of ‘ peeves.’
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IF every day of yours were fine
You couldn’t know such joy of mine,The joy o’ being friend to you.You’ve brushed away the clouds of careAnd often dried the bitter tears,And left a debt I couldn’t squareIf I should live a thousand years.I’m wishing you’ll as happy beAs I am all this journey through,Who have this joy to comfort me,The joy o’…
A smudge on his nose and a smear on his cheek
A bump on his forehead, a scar on his lip,A relic of many a tumble and trip:A rough little, tough little rascal, but sweet,Is he that each evening I’m eager to meet.A brow that is beady with jewels of sweat;A face that’s as black as a visage can get;A suit that at noon was a…
The good old-fashioned mothers and the good old-fashioned dads,
Still walk the lanes of loving in their simple, tender ways,As they used to do back yonder in the good old-fashioned days.They dwell in every city and they live in every town,Contentedly and happy and not hungry for renown;On every street you’ll find ’em in their simple garments clad,The good old-fashioned mother and the good…
I have known the green trees and the skies overhead
I have known the blue sea, and the mountains afarAnd the song of the pines and the light of a star;And should I pass now, I could say with a smileThat my pilgrimage here has been well worth my while.I have known the warm handclasp of friends who were true;I have shared in their pleasures…
Down to work o’ mornings, an’ back to home at nights,
Down to care an’ trouble, an’ home to love an’ rest,With every day a good one, an’ every evening blest.Down to dreary dollars, an’ back to home to play,From love to work an’ back to love, so slips the day away.From babies back to business an’ back to babes again,From parting kiss to welcome kiss,…
WHY do I grind from morn till night,
Why do I line my brow with sweat,An extra buck or two to get?The reason isn’t hard to trace,For us our neighbors set the pace.The Greens go weekly to a show,And so, of course, we have to go;A dollar-fifty per they payFor seats down in the parquet,And always they wear evening dress;We couldn’t think of…