| A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things, | 176 |
| A feller don't start in to think of himself, | 174 |
| A feller isn't thinkin' mean out fishin', | 48 |
| A little ship goes out to sea, | 66 |
| Along the paths o' glory there are faces new to-day, | 61 |
| An apple tree beside the way, | 60 |
| Before you came, my little lad, | 77 |
| Best way to read a book I know, | 122 |
| Cliffs of Scotland, guard them well, | 63 |
| Down to work o' mornings an' back to home at nights, | 188 |
| Eagerly he took my dime, | 133 |
| First thing in the morning, last I hear at night, | 72 |
| Full many a flag the breeze has kissed, | 28 |
| Give me the house where the toys are strewn, | 30 |
| Glad to get back home again, | 82 |
| God grant me these: the strength to do, | 17 |
| God grant that we shall never see, | 76 |
| God made the little boys for fun, | 103 |
| Got a sliver in my hand, | 34 |
| He couldn't use his driver any better on the tee, | 184 |
| He shall be great who serves his country well, | 105 |
| He was battle-scarred and ugly, | 180 |
| I can't help thinkin' o' the lad, | 94 |
| I do not ask a store of wealth, | 166 |
| I don't see why Pa likes him so, | 26 |
| I have no wish, my little lad, | 156 |
| I hold the finest picture books, | 53 |
| I like to get to thinking of the old days that are gone, | 128 |
| I look into the faces of the people passing by, | 22 |
| I remember the excitement and the terrible alarm, | 24 |
| I think my country needs my vote, | 131 |
| I wish I was a poet like the men that write in books, | 90 |
| I wonder what the trees will say, | 134 |
| I wonder where's a better job than buying cake and meat, | 142 |
| I would rather be the daddy, | 52 |
| I'd like to think when life is done, | 36 |
| If I could have my wish to-night, | 120 |
| I'm just the man to make things right, | 55 |
| "I'm never alone in the garden," he said, | 170 |
| I'm sorry for a feller if he hasn't any aunt, | 88 |
| Is it all in the envelope holding your pay? | 150 |
| Isn't it fine when the day is done, | 13 |
| It is faith that bridges the land of breath, | 111 |
| Last night I caught him on his knees, | 70 |
| Let loose the sails of love and let them fill, | 33 |
| Little girlie, kneeling there, | 152 |
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