Oh, the hobo's life is a roving life; It robs pretty maids of their heart's delight - It causes them to weep and it causes them to mourn For the life of a hobo, never to return. ...
While any day was notable and dear That gave the children Noey, history here Records his advent emphasized indeed With sharp italics, as he came to feed The stock one special morning, fair and bright,...
I am tired of this! Nothing else but loving! Nothing else but kiss and kiss, Coo, and turtle-doving! Can't you change the order some? Hate me just a little - come!
I'm bin a-visitun 'bout a week To my little Cousin's at Nameless Creek, An' I'm got the hives an' a new straw hat, An' I'm come back home where my beau lives at.
It is my dream to have you here with me, Out of the heated city's dust and din - Here where the colts have room to gambol in, And kine to graze, in clover to the knee. I want to see your wan face happily...
Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, And hovering above them - just as cute as he can be - Is a fairy Cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry. ...
Close the book and dim the light, I shall read no more to-night. No - I am not sleepy, dear - Do not go: sit by me here In the darkness and the deep Silence of the watch I keep....
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is one Far too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before my gaze Gleams a land of other days,...