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Down to work o’ mornings, an’ back to home at nights, Down to hours o’ labor, an’ home to sweet delights ; 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 [...]
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still; He can cut himself while shaving an’ not swear ; If a ladder slips beneath him an’ he gets a nasty spill He can smile as though he really didn’t care. But the pan beneath the ice-box when he goes to empty that [...]
He couldn’t use his driver any better on the tee Than the chap that he was licking, who just happened to be me ; I could hit them with a brassie just as straight and just as far, But I piled up several sevens while he made a few in par; And he trimmed me [...]
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