When Lide married him - w'y, she had to jes dee-fy The whole poppilation! - But she never bat' an eye! Her parents begged, and threatened - she must give him up - that he...
When Memory, with gentle hand, Has led me to that foreign land Of childhood days, I long to be Again the boy on bended knee, With head a-bow, and drowsy smile Hid in a mother's lap the while,...
When my dreams come true - when my dreams come true - Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the dew, To listen - smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings...
When Old Jack died, we stayed from school (they said, At home, we needn't go that day), and none Of us ate any breakfast - only one, And that was Papa - and his eyes were red...
When she comes home again! A thousand ways I fashion, to myself, the tenderness Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble - yes; And touch her, as when first in the old days...
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock, And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,...
In Spring, when the green gits back in the trees, And the sun comes out and STAYS, And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze, And you think of yer bare-foot days;...
A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet Is some poor feller's funeral a-joggin' 'long the street: The slow hearse and the hosses - slow enough, to say at least,...
Wasn't it a good time, Long Time Ago - When we all were little tads And first played "Show"! - When every newer day Wore as bright a glow As the ones we laughed away - Long Time Ago! ...
When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine Whose verses well and flow as wine, - My thirsting fancy thou dost fill With draughts delicious, sweeter still Since tasted by those lips of thine. ...
O the Lands of Where-Away! Tell us - tell us - where are they? Through the darkness and the dawn We have journeyed on and on - From the cradle to the cross - From possession unto loss, -...
The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, And filled it is with plenty and to spare, But we are lonely here in life's decline, Though fortune smiles around us everywhere: We look across the gold...
The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, And filled it is with plenty and to spare, - But we are lonely here in life's decline, Though fortune smiles around us everywhere: We look across the gold...
O it was but a dream I had While the musician played! - And here the sky, and here the glad Old ocean kissed the glade - And here the laughing ripples ran, And here the roses grew...
Who bides his time, and day by day Faces defeat full patiently, And lifts a mirthful roundelay, However poor his fortunes be, He will not fail in any qualm Of poverty - the paltry dime...
Jes' a little bit o' feller - I remember still - Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will. Fourth o' July's nothin' to it! - New Year's ain't a smell!...
Winter without And warmth within; The winds may shout And the storm begin; The snows may pack At the window pane, And the skies grow black, And the sun remain Hidden away...
Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again, And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me, Fer the way I hanker after wortermelons is a sin - Which is the why and wharefore, as you can plainly see. ...
My dear old friends - It jes beats all, The way you write a letter So's ever' last line beats the first, And ever' next-un's better! - W'y, ever' fool-thing you putt down You make so interestin',...