Giuseppe Tomassi ees stylisha chap
Give me a book and my cozy chair
He'd been delivering a load of coal
He must come back a better man
Here is where the blows are struck
"Here's how I figure it out," says he
High chair days are best of all
His eye was wild and his face was taut
How many times we've said good night
I am not much at the game
I cherish the picture of a man
I'd like to have them think of me
I'd rather fancied it would come
I envy him his care-free way
If it's worth while, then it's worth a few blows
If I were a boss I would like to say
If I were sending my boy afar
I have to wash myself at night
I'll tell you it's a problem, when a youngster's nine
I met him in a college town
I mustn't forget that I'm getting old--
Into the lives of all
I stood upon the coping of the tallest building.
It happened that I came along as school was letting out
"It is all for the best," so they said
It seemed an unimportant task
It's Oh, my little laddie, as you're romping
It's wanting keeps us young and fit
It was a little yellow dog
It wasn't too much work for her in the days of long ago
It was thick with Prussian troopers
I used to want a lovely lawn
I've eaten chicken a la king
"I will gather some flowers for our friend"
I would not, if I could, recall some customs
Jimmie McBride was a common sense lad
Last night the baby cried
Let others sing in modern ways, it's joy enough for me
Let's be brave when the laughter dies
Living with the people, the good, the brave, the strong
My father says that I ought to be a man
My son, beware of "good enough"