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INTRODUCTORY. 
 
 have known the author of this 
 Httle volume a great many years 
 and have admired the way in 
 which he has made an effort to 
 improve his talent. Those per- 
 sons who have the poetic gift 
 are great blessings to the world. 
 Their talents vary in degree, but their efforts 
 to sing to us must always be commended. In 
 most cases the gift seems to have been given 
 to those who in some way have been handi- 
 capped in life. All the more credit should be 
 given them for their efforts, and I commend 
 the effort of this young man who represents 
 a group from which some think another 
 Homer may come. 
 
 JESSE EDWARD MOORLAND. 
 
DEDICATED 
 
 WITH SWEET REMEMBRANCE 
 
 TO 
 
 MY MOTHER 
 
A LITTLE SUNSHINE 
 
 Our Brave Heroes 
 
 Can there be any higher tribute paid, 
 Than of that to those brave soldiers who laid 
 Down their lives when they refused to retreat 
 And helped the flag from bowing to defeat, 
 In order that it may forever wave, 
 So their last drop of blood they freely gave, 
 For like the Saviour who on the cross died, 
 And was stoned to death also crucified. 
 His example has been followed by those 
 Brave men who're now lying in a heroes* 
 Grave, for unflinchingly a death they faced 
 And their names they will never be erased 
 From our minds, but will forever cling. 
 Fresh as the flowers that bloom in the Spring. 
 Such heroism that these men have shown 
 It should find its way in a heart of stone. 
 For their bravery they'll be rewarded 
 And their names up there have been recorded. 
 So when that great day of judgment appear. 
 Before the great throne their names they will 
 hear, 
 
The Judge call out Rucker, Hines, Boyd and 
 
 Adair, 
 Gleeton, Talbert, Roberts, Matthews and 
 
 Ware, 
 And the names of Moses, Day and Winrow, 
 For a crown of righteousness he'll bestow 
 On them all when to their names they respond. 
 When they meet up there in that great beyond. 
 
 Do It Right 
 
 Whatever to you has been assigned. 
 
 Do it right. 
 Keep this impressed upon your mind, 
 
 Do it right. 
 When it comes up for inspection 
 Let it be done to perfection 
 So there will be no detection, 
 
 Do it right. 
 
 Then success you will always meet, 
 
 Do it right. 
 With others you'll also compete 
 
 Do it right. 
 That's the best way to advertise 
 Your work, but if otherwise. 
 They'll pass you by and close their eyes, 
 
 Do it right. 
 
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Your employer you should not rob, 
 
 Do it right. 
 By sometimes loafing on the job, 
 
 Do it right. 
 His time you should not steal away, 
 For breaking by is not fair play. 
 If so, you should expect half pay. 
 
 Do it right. 
 
 Washington's Triumph 
 
 Born in lowliness of an humble birth 
 Was a child who later on proved its worth, 
 His pathway was strewn with many a thorn, 
 But with a bold heart he kept pressing on ; 
 For that spark of hope continued to burn, 
 He believing some day the tide would turn, 
 Which would enable him to carve his name 
 Among the great men in the hall of fame. 
 So off he started on a great mission 
 Not discouraged under no condition, 
 For he had a vision that he would be 
 Crowned with great success that if only he 
 Would refuse to bow down to defeat. 
 But take the bitter along with the sweet. 
 And with this important object in view 
 His journey he continued to pursue. 
 Foot sore and weary he wended his way 
 Without even having a place to stay. 
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At night after such a strenuous days' 
 Walk but sleeping out on the highways, 
 So at last he reached his destination, 
 In thirst was he for an education. 
 But to his sorrow he found the door locked, 
 Undaunted was he but remained and knocked. 
 So at last the door it became a jar 
 But to this lad it was not opened far 
 Enough, so he remained dissatisfied. 
 Until the door had been swung open wide. 
 His hopes did not remain long in despair. 
 Because he knew that he'd find work some- 
 where. 
 So he stood his ground and refused to go 
 From that door because he would not take no 
 For an answer, but kept knocking away, 
 Because he had made up his mind to stay. 
 So at last the door it flew open wide, 
 In walks this young lad and there he applied 
 For any kind of work that he could find. 
 So this position to him was assigned : 
 A room in the school required to be swept. 
 Of which this young lad was glad to accept. 
 So his task he began and to perfection, 
 He finished, so there was no detection. 
 In doing that work he had held his own. 
 He called that piece of work his stepping 
 stone. 
 
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Round by round he continued to ascend 
 The ladder, but not forgetting to lend 
 A helping hand because he was inclined 
 To render assistance to all mankind. 
 He had the interest of all at heart, 
 And was always ready to do his part, 
 In anything that would bring on progress, 
 For his mind was only bent on success. 
 He's been instrumental in paving the way 
 For many a soul in order that they 
 Would not spend their time in such idleness, 
 But would use the talents they did possess, 
 So when the messenger of death was sent, 
 He could look back and say a life well spent 
 In doing things which made the world grow 
 Brighter each day as he moved to and fro, 
 For he lived the life of servant well done. 
 Such a man was Booker T. Washington. 
 
 Paying The Price 
 
 Just a little tot a crawling on the floor. 
 
 While its mother sits by and watches o'er, 
 
 With careful eyes as it toddles about. 
 
 So in walks the father and reaches out 
 
 His hands to the child, saying, come on dear, 
 
 Just make one step there is no need to fear. 
 
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Papa won't let his precious baby fall, 
 So the little darling it tries with all 
 Of its might for to reach its parents' side. 
 So anxious are they in trying to guide 
 Its footsteps, hoping that it will obey 
 Their instructions and will not go astray 
 From what was taught him around the fire- 
 side, 
 So when it grows up they can say with pride, 
 That their efforts were not at all in vain. 
 And he did not cause them a moment's pain. 
 Night fall appears and to its trundle bed. 
 It'll go to rest after its prayers have been said. 
 So mother kneels at the bedside and asks 
 The Lord to assist her in her great task 
 In bringing up her boy as he should be 
 Brought up in the right way so that when he 
 Grows older that it will never depart. 
 From her instructions and to cause her heart 
 To bleed with sorrow, but will always do. 
 Right in every course it may pursue. 
 So as time rolls on he becomes of age, 
 Now, he is right at the crucial stage ; 
 For he's standing on the edge of the brink 
 Invited by friends to take the first drink. 
 So he asks the questions as he stands there, 
 Now, must I accept or must I beware. 
 So his friends pursuade him to just take one 
 With them and participate in the fun. 
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So the temptation he cannot resist, 
 Another victim on the drunkard's list. 
 Look there he is off on a wild career, 
 Causing mother to shed many a tear, 
 Of sadness which could have been averted ; 
 His absence makes the home look deserted, 
 Where he once graced it as a precious soul, 
 But too indulgent with the flowing bowl. 
 Has caused the smile that used to adorn 
 Those cheeks like the rose of a summer morn, 
 To disappear and a frown has taken 
 Its place and now he has been forsaken. 
 By his friends he has known since childhood 
 
 days; 
 Who helped him to share their innocent plays. 
 So his mind reflects back to times of yore. 
 And is anxious to enjoy them once more. 
 His conscience has caused him to be driven, 
 Back to them and ask to be forgiven. 
 For his waywardness so he trudges on. 
 Haggard, with his clothes all tattered and 
 
 torn, 
 He reaches home after many months 
 Of travel and is recognized at once 
 By his mother for says she, Thank the Lord, 
 He has answered my prayers by having re- 
 stored 
 My boy who left us on that awful night, 
 But ever since then I have kept the light 
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A burning to welcome home his return. 
 And no more will my poor heart ever yearn. 
 When father comes in this time he doesn't 
 
 hold 
 Out his hands as he did in the days of old, 
 But instead says he, so you are the one 
 Who used to make me proud to call my son, 
 Yes, father; it's I, the young man replies, 
 But father looks at him with flaming eyes. 
 His finger is pointing toward the door, 
 Saying go, don't cross this threshold any more. 
 You have brought on too much shame and dis- 
 grace, 
 And never let me look into your face 
 Again for the way that you have acted. 
 Has almost caused me to go distracted. 
 So mother offers such a sad appeal 
 Saying, Oh, spare the boy and make him feel 
 That you love him as you did in the days 
 Gone by, and just think when you used to gaze 
 Into those eyes and call him your jewel. 
 Oh dear, I implore you don't be so cruel; 
 
 But please forgive him for his waywardness. 
 And open your arms with the same caress 
 That you used to give him and drive away 
 The sorrow in his heart and let him stay. 
 But father will not become reconciled 
 And from the home the young man is exiled. 
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So down the pathway you will see him wend 
 His way not knowing where his days will end. 
 So he looks back and sees the same finger 
 Pointing at him so he dares not linger 
 Around the place where he once held full 
 
 sway, 
 So now he's been made to regret the day 
 That he didn't stop before it was too late 
 And saved himself from such an awful fate, 
 So by not heeding his parent's advice, 
 In a pauper's grave he has paid the price. 
 
 Dunbar 
 
 I deem it an honor to take my pen. 
 
 And write something about one that has been 
 
 Useful in life with other great men. 
 
 And that one is Paul Lawrence Dunbar. 
 
 So to his last resting place he has gone. 
 But his works they'll continue to live on. 
 For they will cheer the sad and forlorn. 
 The lovely lines written by Dunbar. 
 
 He stands in the great hall of fame with Poe, 
 Longfellow, Riley, Tennyson, also 
 Others who helped to make this world aglow 
 With the beautiful words of Dunbar. 
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It was he that helped to broaden my mind, 
 And made me feel literary inclined, 
 By reading his works in them I did find, 
 Something so inspiring from Dunbar. 
 
 Sunshine into many a home he's brought, 
 Which would have otherwise went for naught, 
 But as his works were read something was 
 
 caught, 
 So helpful and cheerful from Dunbar. 
 
 His words to music also have been set, 
 And with abundant success they have met, 
 So there's no reason why we should forget. 
 To emulate the name of Dunbar. 
 
 He's caused a frown to leave many a face, 
 When something appeared and gave it a chase. 
 And that was a smile came and took its place, 
 Then why should we not praise our Dunbar. 
 
 There're so many hearts been made to feel 
 
 glad, 
 Which would have remained so lonely and sad, 
 But he gave to the world the best he had 
 In him, so let us cherish Dunbar. 
 
 He was one that wouldn't give up in despair. 
 Being interested in the welfare 
 Of others in order that they might share 
 The beautiful poems of Dunbar. 
 
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So when death with the final summons came, 
 And laid its chilly hand upon his frame, 
 He was ready and answered to his name. 
 Which ended the career of Dunbar. 
 
 An Unanswered Question 
 
 What have we done to cause this oppression? 
 Can any race answer this great question? 
 To find a reason we're trying to obtain 
 But all our efforts seem to be in vain. 
 And why is it we should be treated so 
 We're at a loss and desirous to know, 
 If there's anything we've left incomplete 
 Just tell us and we will be glad to meet 
 The obligations you wish us to do, 
 For right is the course we wish to pursue. 
 Must we continue to hold our peace 
 While some of you stand ready to increase 
 Upon us the things most unbearable 
 When relations should be inseparable 
 Of course, there are some of us that's worth- 
 less 
 Which is undeniable we must confess. 
 But tell us any race that you can name 
 Which does not contain some that's in the 
 same 
 
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Channell and if it is a thing you can't do 
 Then why not the same medicine don't you 
 Prescribe for them like you are giving us 
 And not forever ready to discuss, 
 Our bad traits at each beck and call, 
 But theirs you don't seem to notice at all. 
 Through both thick and thin we've stood by 
 
 your side 
 And did not desert you which can't be denied. 
 We guarded your homes while you were 
 
 asleep 
 And faithful watch over them did we keep. 
 So the confidence that you entertains 
 In us it has stood the test and remains 
 True as the stars in the heavenly sky, 
 A fact that you can't truthfully deny. 
 And when the nation called to arms also 
 You found us ready and willing to go 
 For there wasn't one of us who tried to lag 
 Behind, but went and protected the flag. 
 So that any time you're compelled to go 
 And shoulder your guns to charge on the foe 
 Who have rebelled and we should be needed 
 That call to us would not go unheeded, 
 For right to the front you would find us there 
 Ready and willing to do our share. 
 Of the fighting as we have always done. 
 Because our duty we'll never shun 
 
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But will keep the flag from trailing the dust, 
 For never have we betrayed our trust. 
 Down in the valley you heard our groans, 
 Pleading to you in most pitiful tones, 
 But a deaf ear was turned to our cries 
 So there being one who did sympathize 
 With our appeals, for pathetic were they 
 Which made him have the bold courage to say 
 That it was an awful shame and disgrace 
 To be so cruel to a defenseless race. 
 For God created all equal and free, 
 And would do all in his power to see 
 That such a punishment should not go on, 
 Where human souls having their loved ones 
 
 torn 
 From their sides like cattle and sold far away 
 Such a treatment as that was unfair play, 
 And such a method as that would be met 
 With his disapproval causing much regret. 
 To him that his mind would not be at ease. 
 Unless some one barkened to our pleas. 
 So the opportunity came at last. 
 He cut loose the shackles that held us fast 
 For by the hand of that Almighty God 
 He didn't fail to strike the blow and hard. 
 And four million souls in an awful plight 
 Was turned from out of darkness into light. 
 And behold the glad tidings it did bring 
 To those unfortunates, making them sing 
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A song so thrilling as never before. 
 We've left the slave pen to go back no more. 
 Like an empty boat we were set adrift, 
 Without any guiding hand to uplift 
 Us or to shape our destination, 
 But to work out our own salvation. 
 We took up the task without a protest. 
 Not thinking some of you would ever molest 
 Us in any way or try to impede 
 Our progress but help us to succeed. 
 Sometimes the old boat would swing to and 
 
 fro, 
 Making things begin to appear as though 
 We would be unable to make the trip. 
 But we refused to desert the old ship ; 
 Undaunted were we, it didn't run aground 
 But landed into port both safe and sound. 
 A true fact that remains undisputed. 
 Can it be that jealousy's attributed 
 To the great success that we've achieved, 
 Causing some of you to become aggrieved? 
 And if this assertion is really true. 
 This question then permit us to ask you. 
 How could you be possessed with such a heart 
 When we are trying to play our part. 
 In helping to turn the wheel of progress ? 
 Then why should you continue to oppress 
 Us down instead of reaching out your hana 
 To us all and say united we'll stand. 
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The Stage of Action 
 
 When from the stage of action I have passed, 
 Oh, may the deeds that Fve performed be 
 
 classed 
 With those that's worth emulation, 
 Which will be a demonstration 
 That IVe tried to be faithful to the last. 
 
 There're so many kind acts that you can do, 
 For day by day your journey you pursue. 
 If you would just take time to stop 
 And just a word of encouragement drop, 
 To some one who's less fortunate than you. 
 
 It will surely do an amount of good. 
 
 And change their sorrow to a cheerful mood, 
 
 It will cause his face to brighten 
 
 With sunshine that will enlighten. 
 
 Some other person's heart that used to brood. 
 
 And continue to put sorrows to flight. 
 
 Also cause them to be a shining light 
 
 Because the part that you have played. 
 
 By doing so you've surely made 
 
 Them become pleasing in the Master's sight. 
 
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A Happy Home 
 
 Give me a home where happiness prevails, 
 Matters not how obscure it may be, 
 And I will be perfectly contented, 
 What difference will it make to me. 
 If a picture should not adorn the wall, 
 Or the floors from carpets may be bare, 
 ril be satisfied with the surroundings. 
 Just so long as sunshine remains there. 
 
 For the home that always contains a smile, 
 It is far better than a palace, 
 With everything that money can buy, 
 And is filled with hatred and malice. 
 So let me enjoy the blessed sunshine, 
 O, may it be ever so humble, 
 I'll be grateful in every respect 
 And not always ready to grumble. 
 
 If a weary traveler should come along, 
 And misfortune has overtaken 
 Him and he makes an appeal for aid 
 By me he will not be forsaken^ 
 But what I possess I will gladly share. 
 With him, may it be ever so scant, 
 For I will make him perfectly welcome 
 Instead of saying to him I can't. 
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Give me also a heart that I may spread, 
 Sunshine to some one every day, 
 If only by giving a pleasant smile, 
 That'll help to cheer them on their way, 
 So when I retire to my downy couch 
 At night, I can sleep unmolested, 
 With a conscience to know that I have tried 
 To do as the Master requested. 
 
 Father Time 
 
 An old man sitting one day. 
 
 Watching some children at play. 
 
 Enjoying themselves to their heart's content, 
 
 And their minds from care were free. 
 
 Also their hearts filled with glee. 
 
 For their little souls were on pleasure bent, 
 
 As they scampered to and fro, 
 
 It made him bow his head low. 
 
 The tears appeared and his eyes became dim, 
 
 In the midst there was a lad 
 
 Who saw him looking so sad. 
 
 Leaving his play he went and said to him. 
 
 Why is your head drooping down. 
 And your face wearing a frown. 
 When a sweet smile can appear in its stead. 
 Listen how the blue birds sing, 
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Welcoming the merry spring, 
 
 Then looking up the old man softly said, 
 
 Ah, those happy days gone by, 
 
 I remember well when I 
 
 Used to romp and play as you're doing now. 
 
 I was young and in my prime, 
 
 But since then old father time 
 
 Has placed its hand upon my fevered brow. 
 
 So I can't help it my boy. 
 
 When I think of all the joy, 
 
 I used to have it makes me sit up and yearn 
 
 For those times to just appear, 
 
 Once more and fill me with cheer 
 
 But they have gone never more to return. 
 
 So it won't be very long 
 
 Before I will join that throng 
 
 Up there and ever3^thing is sublime. 
 
 T will leave this earth below 
 
 And will take my flight and go 
 
 To rest and there will be no father time. 
 
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What Will Your Answer Be ? 
 
 When death knocks at your chamber door 
 
 what will your answer be? 
 Can you say I am ready or I cannot go with 
 
 thee? 
 You've come on a surprise to me and caught 
 
 me unprepared, 
 I cannot accompany you now because I have 
 
 not shared 
 Any good deed that the Master has left for 
 
 me to do 
 But neglected them all instead, so death I im- 
 plore you. 
 To just let me remain awhile and call some 
 
 other day, 
 For I would like to amends in order that I 
 
 may, 
 Do something that will be pleasing in the 
 Master's sight. 
 So when I appear at the bar he'll place me on 
 
 his right 
 Side and say that I've been one among the fith- 
 
 ful few. 
 Then I will be only too glad to accompany 
 
 you, 
 And receive some of the blessings that he has 
 to bestow, 
 
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Because I would not like to dwell in misery 
 
 and woe. 
 But it will answer you by saying I'm sorry I 
 
 can't comply 
 With the request you've asked of me for that 
 
 I must deny. 
 You've had chances to do good deeds but just 
 
 ignored them all 
 So I being the messenger that only makes one 
 
 call, 
 On any individual so the Master has sent 
 Me after you so I'm afraid it's too late to 
 
 repent. 
 However, that part is left for the Master to 
 
 decide 
 And you will find him a just God and will not 
 
 be denied. 
 Of any good deed you have done let it be great 
 
 or small. 
 Because he sayeth in his word my grace is free 
 
 to all, 
 So it behooves us to do all the good while we 
 
 are here 
 On earth because we know not when the angel 
 
 shall appear 
 To examine the deeds that the Master has 
 
 commanded, 
 Us to do, so let us not go to him empty 
 
 handed. 
 
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Lovers' Lane. 
 1. 
 
 When the sun has lost its beauty in the far 
 
 off golden west 
 And the beautiful flowers also the birds have 
 
 gone to rest, 
 Then you see the appearance of the lovely, 
 
 silvery moon, 
 It is time for all the sweethearts in the village 
 
 for to spoon. 
 So you'll get yourself in readiness to go and 
 
 pay a call 
 On the one that you just idolize and love the 
 
 best of all. 
 With her face all filled with smiles and you 
 
 both will entertain 
 Each other as you walk hand in hand down in 
 
 lovers' lane. 
 
 2. 
 It is also the greatest place for one to steal a 
 
 kiss. 
 Because it soothes your desire and fills your 
 
 heart with bliss : 
 She'll try to make you think she's mad and 
 
 begin to pout. 
 But just look at her and you'll see a smile 
 
 come peeping out 
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On her lovely countenance for she's enjoyed 
 
 it too, 
 So, therefore, it is only one thing left for you 
 
 to do, 
 And that's to take another one for she will not 
 
 complain, 
 But will encourage you as you go strolling 
 
 down lovers' lane. 
 3. 
 So after you've seen her home and bade her a 
 
 sweet adieu. 
 Then you will become busy in building a home 
 
 for two, 
 For the great event that's coming off. Oh, how 
 
 anxious you'll get 
 After everything's ready and the wedding date 
 
 is set. 
 So when the time appears at last you'll stand 
 
 there with your bride 
 Waiting with great anxiety for the knot to be 
 
 tied; 
 So after its all over sweet memories should 
 
 remain 
 With both of you of the grand times you've 
 
 spent in lovers' lane. 
 
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Dont Put On Airs 
 
 It doesn't pay to put on airs 
 Just because you live upstairs, 
 Ignoring the other fellow 
 Who's living in the cellar ; 
 And should you happen to meet 
 That same person on the street 
 Don't toss your head some other way 
 But go up to him and say : 
 Some kind word to cheer him on 
 His way, and why should you scorn 
 That man just because you've met 
 With better luck, and don't forget 
 The eagle soars high in the air 
 But it can't find no food up there 
 So it has to come right down 
 To get its food off the ground. 
 You might meet with the same fate, 
 So stop before it is too late. 
 If not you'll get such a bump, 
 Making you unable to jump 
 Up but there you'll have to lay 
 Until some one pass your way 
 And pick you upon your feet. 
 Also give you food to eat, 
 Then a lesson you will learn 
 That it pays to do a good turn 
 For some one else who's in need, 
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Which is a mighty good deed. 
 
 So when your time comes to die, 
 
 Your grave won't be in the sky 
 
 But will be under the sod 
 
 And they'll pack you good and hard; 
 
 So at the Saviour's command 
 
 Before St. Peter you must stand, 
 
 Then he'll open up his book, 
 
 Put on his glasses and look 
 
 For the deeds you should have done 
 
 And he cannot find a one. 
 
 So he'll take his glasses off, 
 
 Look you in the face with scoff 
 
 And say, it almost breaks my heart 
 
 To tell you that you must depart 
 
 Because you haven't done a thing 
 
 For some one that helped to bring 
 
 Sunshine to make some one glad, 
 
 But instead made them feel sad. 
 
 "Down-Home'' Cooking 
 
 If there is one thing I crave for and that is to 
 
 be able 
 To go down home once more and put my feet 
 
 under the table, 
 And get some of that food down there that 
 
 they know how to cook, 
 
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But up this way they've always got to be 
 
 searching a book, 
 For recipes and all that stuff to see what it will 
 
 take 
 To fix the food they want to eat so there'll be 
 
 no mistake. 
 And down there they have so much food they 
 
 just throw it away, 
 But if you want anything up here for it you've 
 
 got to pay ; 
 For everybody up this way is holding out their 
 
 mit. 
 And if you cannot come across they won't 
 
 give you a bit. 
 And why I left that place down there to come 
 
 here I can't see. 
 If ever I get back down there, never again for 
 
 me. 
 For I does miss them black-eyed peas all 
 
 cooked in nice hog jole, 
 With crackling bread all hot and steaming, 
 
 goodness bless my soul, 
 I imagine I can see that pot of fat back and 
 
 sallet. 
 Saying to me come here boy and let me tickle 
 
 your pallet ; 
 Ham and cabbage and cornbread just about 
 
 two inches thick, 
 
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And after you fill up on that you'd be taut as 
 
 a tick; 
 Also string beans and lima, too, with corn and 
 
 slice tomatoes, 
 Lettuce and asparagus and both kinds of 
 
 potatoes ; 
 And when they invite the minister to dine, 
 Every chicken on the place has to walk a chalk 
 
 line, 
 Because they know just what it meant and 
 
 kept out of harms' way, 
 So the kitchen door was not the place that 
 
 they desired to stay. 
 Take me back to my old home where the sun 
 
 is shining bright, 
 So I can get some chitterlings to grease my 
 
 appetite. 
 Another place down there where 3^ou can get 
 
 good eatings. 
 And that is when they're holding their annual 
 
 camp meetings. 
 They'll have some old time chicken stew with 
 
 dumplings steaming hot 
 All cooked right there on the campgrounds in 
 
 a big old iron pot. 
 Then chicken fried also baked and homemade 
 
 chicken pie. 
 Would almost make you think you were in 
 
 the sweet bye and bye. 
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And when it came to desert they would have 
 
 all kinds of pies, 
 Cakes, ginger bread, ice cream, you could 
 
 hardly believe your eyes. 
 Then water melon, cantaloupe, apples, pears 
 
 and sweet plums, 
 And everybody feels so glad when campmeet- 
 
 ing comes. 
 So, if I can enjoy those times before this voice 
 
 is stilled, 
 I'll be satisfied to know that my desire has 
 
 been fulfilled. 
 
 Success 
 
 There's an old adage that goes on to say, 
 
 A faint heart never wins a bride, 
 
 Tf YOU stop and think you'll also find out. 
 
 To success it can be applied. 
 
 There are some of us who have started out. 
 
 And also was on the right track, 
 
 Because some obstacle confronted them, 
 
 They got discouraged and turned back. 
 
 But there are some people who never give up, 
 And will not let you interfere, 
 It matters not what you may say to them. 
 To you they will turn a deaf ear, 
 
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And they are the ones who always make good, 
 For they won't give up in despair, 
 But just keep on with determination. 
 And success they will get there share. 
 
 If you want to succeed in anything, 
 You've got to stay in the contest, 
 Because there're so many that's ready 
 To keep you from coming out best. 
 You may not win it at the very first trial, 
 Although you'll find it contagious, 
 vSo there is a way for you to catch it, 
 And that's by being courageous. 
 
 Another adage which says that fortune, 
 Only knocks once at a man's door. 
 So let us be there to answer the call. 
 In case it should'nt call any more ; 
 So don't let that opportunity pass, 
 But grasp it right there once for all, 
 For every moment that is wasted, 
 That moment is beyond recall. 
 
 When you start out to fight this world's battle 
 And success ever comes to you, 
 Don't think just because it was your good luck. 
 The other man met with it, too ; 
 
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But as you climb up the ladder you should 
 Reach out your hand for your brother, 
 Who is making an effort to succeed, 
 For we should help one another. 
 
 So it does not pay to procrastinate, 
 
 By putting off for tomorrow, 
 
 For opportunities that are wasted, 
 
 They may result to your sorrow. 
 
 So just grasp it while it presents itself. 
 
 You will have no cause to rue it, 
 
 If not you'll wake up some morning and find 
 
 That some one has beat you to it. 
 
 Christmas Time 
 
 Christmas in the country. 
 It is the place to be, 
 The city isn't in it, 
 No, indeed; not for me. 
 Everybody happy, 
 Going from place to place, 
 Don't eat all at one house, 
 But leave an open space. 
 
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Good old country cider, 
 Homemade apple jack, 
 My gracious, how it just 
 Makes your lips go smack. 
 Good old possum baked with 
 An apple in its teeth, 
 Potatoes on both sides 
 And gravy underneath. 
 
 Nicest baughnugh clabber. 
 
 Sweetened with brown sugar, 
 
 Just as nice as can be, 
 
 Glory, Hallelujah. 
 
 We have such good eatings, 
 
 It's too bad it can't stay 
 
 Always because it 
 
 Just makes us feel so gay. 
 
 Then to the barn at night. 
 We'll go and take a speel. 
 Quadrilles and your break down. 
 And your Virginia reel. 
 Banjo playing till it makes 
 You give your feet a swing, 
 Also cause a preacher 
 To cut the pigeon wing. 
 
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A Good Samaritan 
 
 Me was a weary traveler that was left in deep 
 distress, 
 
 Far away from home and friends, footsore and 
 penniless, 
 
 And unable to tell where his next meal would 
 be obtained. 
 
 Because it was a matter of conjecture re- 
 mained. 
 
 So as he wended on a cafe he chanced to pass, 
 Hearing the dishes rattling and the tinkling 
 
 of the glass, 
 There he stood agazing at the food which 
 
 looked so nice, 
 But he could not buy a sandwich for he didn't 
 
 have the price. 
 
 Just as he was on the verge of giving up in 
 
 despair, 
 Thinking that his troubles were too much for 
 
 him to bear. 
 But ah, a friend in need came up and said come 
 
 on in and dine 
 With me and clasped his hand so that he could 
 
 not decline. 
 
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Can this be a dream thought he or in reality, 
 
 As he accepted his friend's hospitality, 
 
 And said after being satisfied to his own 
 
 heart's content, 
 You're a good Samaritan that the dear Master 
 
 sent. 
 
 Music of the Frogs 
 
 Oh, how I'd like to listen to that music once 
 
 again. 
 That brought much gladness to my heart with 
 
 its beautiful strain. 
 After my day's work being done and to my 
 
 bed I'd go, 
 To take my rest and hear them sing that music 
 
 soft and low. 
 The singing of the nightingale, also the whip- 
 poor-will 
 Was grand, but ah, there's a kind of music 
 
 haunts me still 
 Because it captivated me and made me very 
 
 fond 
 Of listening to the singing of the bull frogs 
 
 in the pond. 
 
 Some of them would sing baritone, while some 
 
 of them sang bass, 
 But when I heard that tenor, Oh, how it would 
 
 make my face 
 
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Become enlightened with sunshine and drove 
 
 dull cares away, 
 And made me forget the troubles Fve had 
 
 during the day. 
 If you would like to hear them sing all youVe 
 
 got to do. 
 Just take a trip to the country and let them 
 
 sing to you, 
 Some of those beautiful songs, and I'm sure 
 
 you'll respond 
 With compliments after hearing the bull frogs 
 
 in the pond. 
 
 So when my work on earth is done and I'm 
 called up higher, 
 
 And hear the lovely music of that great An- 
 gelic choir, 
 
 Singing Hosannah in the higihest, oh, how 
 sweet it will be, 
 
 As I shall listen to them rendering that 
 
 melody, 
 Also David playing his harp will make the 
 
 heaven bells ring. 
 But oh, what joy and happiness that it would 
 
 surely bring. 
 To me, if I could hear over there in that great 
 
 beyond, 
 Sweet singing that is rendered by some bull 
 
 frogs in the pond. 
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His Last Farewell 
 
 Oh, Violin ; can this be true, 
 
 That I must really part with you. 
 
 It seems as though it cannot be„ 
 
 After all that youVe been to me. 
 
 For nearly three score years and ten. 
 
 In my possession you have been. 
 
 If I knew some other device, 
 
 I would not make this sacrifice. 
 
 But to do this I really must, 
 
 For I have not even a crust, 
 
 Of bread to keep starvation back. 
 
 The clouds also hang very black. 
 
 Who would have thought I'd come to this, 
 
 When my young life was filled with bliss. 
 
 For there was nothing but sunshine 
 
 Into that tender heart of mine. 
 
 But since that time has passed away 
 
 I have spent many a sad day 
 
 In trying to make both ends meet, 
 
 But always met with a defeat. 
 
 The earthly goods I once possessed, 
 
 Have vanished and left me distressed. 
 
 For by a fire they were consumed, 
 
 And to poverty I was doomed. 
 
 But through the fire that night I braved 
 
 And you're the only thing I saved. 
 
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To the public I have appealed, 
 And my circumstances revealed 
 But all my efforts went for naught, 
 So now- this is my last resort. 
 But before we depart for aye 
 My last farewell I will now play 
 The piece that made my heart feel glad 
 When it was proned to become sad. 
 As he began to draw his bow 
 The tears of joy began to flow 
 And down his cheeks they trickled fast 
 Bringing sweet memories of the past. 
 I will not part with you, said he 
 Matters not what the end will be, 
 But will keep you what may atone 
 Until death claims me as its own. 
 And when it does the journey you, 
 Shall also accompany me, too, 
 Jisecause 1 have made this request 
 That when I take my final rest 
 I would never leave you behind, 
 To do so would be too unkind. 
 The crowd assembled there that day 
 Had never before heard him play 
 So sweet because it seemed that he 
 Realized that he would never be 
 Able to fill their hearts with cheer, 
 With the piece that they loved so dear. 
 
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So abrupt did the music cease, 
 
 Before he had finished the piece 
 
 That brought sweet thoughts of days gone by. 
 
 What was the cause they knew not why. 
 
 So the crowd began to disperse 
 
 While there were some to the averse, 
 
 For they decided to remain, 
 
 Hoping that he would play again. 
 
 But there hopes they were not fulfilled, 
 
 Because his hands had become stilled. 
 
 They made a purse to compensate 
 
 Him for his playing, but too late, 
 
 For the debt he had gone to pay 
 
 That will come to us all some day. 
 
 Confidence 
 
 With just a bit of confidence, 
 Mixed with a little common sense. 
 And also discouragement cast aside, 
 If you'll keep working with a vim, 
 By being always right in trim. 
 You'll always be able to stem the tide. 
 
 Determined you must always be, 
 To achieve any victory. 
 For you must always be on the alert, 
 Because the other man you'll find, 
 Him just a creeping up behind. 
 You and your success he's there to avert. 
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So put on a little more steam, 
 
 Although your pathway it may seem 
 
 To be dark that you cannot reach the goal 
 
 But keep on climbing up the hill 
 
 And just go at it with a will. 
 
 By working at it with both heart and soul. 
 
 You should not give up in despair, 
 
 But say you'll always do your share 
 
 Of work that will earn you your daily bread. 
 
 By fighting on to victory, 
 
 So like the cabbage you will be. 
 
 Because you are bound to come out ahead. 
 
 Let The Children Play 
 
 Let the little children play 
 
 All the blessed live long day, 
 
 Don't scold them because they are making 
 
 noise, 
 But just let them rip and tare 
 Running, jumping, here and there. 
 For you know it's true that boys will be boys. 
 
 They've such a sensitive heart, 
 Which will make the tear drops start, 
 If you should speak to them in a harsh way. 
 For their fun they must have sure. 
 So there's but one way to cure 
 It and that is to let them romp and play. 
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It is so pleasing to me 
 
 When the children I can see 
 
 Engaged in such an innocent frolic, 
 
 It's better than sitting down 
 
 With their faces in a frown, 
 
 As though they're suffering with the colic. 
 
 When you're through work for the day, 
 
 And your child should want to play 
 
 With you and at your coat tail want to tug, 
 
 Don't send it off with a slap, 
 
 But just take your arms and wrap 
 
 Around it and give it a nice sweet hug. 
 
 That good deed won't go amiss 
 
 By giving it that sweet kiss. 
 
 They'll stop it as they are growing older; 
 
 Here's an old saying that's true 
 
 There's one thing you cannot do, 
 
 To put a young head on an old shoulder. 
 
 So just let them be old folks. 
 
 Playing their innocent jokes. 
 
 And run about as if they're growing wild, 
 
 If the truth you were to tell, 
 
 You would stop and say, Oh, well, 
 
 I've done the same when I was once a child. 
 
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Just A Chance 
 
 Said a little boy to a man at work give 
 
 Me a chance is all that I ask, 
 
 Of you and I will also prove to you, 
 
 That I'll be equal to the task. 
 
 But if you continue to ignore me, 
 
 And not let me enter the race, 
 
 When you leave this world how can you 
 
 expect 
 Me to jump in and take your place. 
 
 Fm but a diamond in the rough that needs 
 To be brought out and just polished. 
 And if you are willing to do your part, 
 Discouragement will be abolished. 
 YouVe also come up the very same road 
 Before you accomplished your aim, 
 For others encouraged you and so I think, 
 I should be accorded the same. 
 
 I will not ignore you replied the man, 
 P'or today a lesson you've taught 
 Me and I will in the future always 
 See that it will not go for naught; 
 Or any young man that will come to me 
 I'll try and help him to advance. 
 For I'd not be holding this position 
 Had I not been given a chance. 
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Just Hustle 
 
 What makes some people hang around and 
 
 say that this world owe 
 Them a living but such an assertion is not so, 
 It don't owe them a blessed thing but youVe 
 
 just got to roll 
 Up your sleeves and go at it and work with 
 
 heart and soul, 
 To get anything out of this world youVe just 
 
 got to hustle. 
 And don't let up an inch but keep working 
 
 from the muscle, 
 For if you don't let me tell you the other fel- 
 low's there 
 Waiting to jump into your shoes for he's 
 
 anxious to wear. 
 
 Them although they'll pinch his feet, but he'll 
 
 just keep them on, 
 Until he has broken them in then he is up and 
 
 gone. 
 Off with the job that you once had, but by 
 
 letting it slip, 
 Through your fingers, but he is holding on 
 
 with a grip, 
 
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So you shouldn't want to lay the blame at 
 
 nobody's door 
 But your own because you had it but ready 
 
 to ignore 
 It's so now the other fellow's laying low and 
 
 sawing wood, 
 And laughing up his sleeve at you when you 
 
 failed to make good. 
 
 So it doesn't pay to sit and wait for the stone 
 
 to be turned, 
 Because it will remain that way and nothing 
 
 will be earned, 
 But go right at it and just put your shoulders 
 
 to the wheel, 
 And don't let up an inch but keep working 
 
 with the zeal 
 
 That you're in possession of and don't give up 
 
 in despair. 
 By sticking to it with the others you are bound 
 
 to compare. 
 So when you have accomplished it with others 
 
 you can cope. 
 And pay day you will be rewarded with a fat 
 
 envelope. 
 
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Mother's Name 
 
 Yes that name is the sweetest of all, 
 
 So many mottoes you'll see on the wall, 
 
 Which doesn't say father, sister, nor brother, 
 
 But what is a home without a mother. 
 
 The one that you can call your dearest friend, 
 
 When others forsake she's true to the end. 
 
 There isn't any place that would be too low. 
 
 If you have gone there that she would not go, 
 
 To welcome you back to her arms again. 
 
 And suffer the pangs no tongue can explain. 
 
 So there's a day has been set aside. 
 
 In honor of her by the nation wide. 
 
 But should we wait until that day appear. 
 
 And omit the other days in the year 
 
 Without giving her just one single thought. 
 
 Allowing her efforts to go for naught; 
 
 It was she who rocked you with her gentle 
 
 hand. 
 While the rest of the family were in that land 
 Of dreams also your awakeness took flight, 
 To slumber in the stillness of the night. 
 So the flower that you wear on that day 
 As a token of respect but it cannot pay 
 Her for the suffering she had to bear. 
 By giving you her attention and care. 
 So after she has bade this world good bye 
 You should not assign any reason why 
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Sweet memories of her should not remain 
 With you until you shall meet her again 
 In that land above and forever dwell 
 With the Master who doeth all things well. 
 
 Wasted Opportunities 
 
 Young men don't waste your time away, 
 By neglecting the things today, 
 Said an old man, it is unwise 
 To put off for tomorrow, 
 Because it all will go for naught; 
 Had I have done the things I ought 
 To do it surely would have brought 
 Me joy instead of sorrow. 
 
 If I could just call back the past. 
 Today Vd not be an outcast. 
 Going around from door to door 
 And would not have to depend 
 On some one else for daily food. 
 But instead I'd be doing good. 
 To unfortunates, for I could 
 To them a willing hand lend. 
 
 Like my brother who did not let 
 Any opportunity get 
 By him but just held on to it 
 Because he was preparing, 
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To meet the crisis if it should 
 Come so he would not have to brood 
 And the self-same thing, yes, I could 
 Have done, but was not caring. 
 
 So calling me to task one day, 
 
 Some rules for me he tried to lay, 
 
 Down which I thought were too severe 
 
 And into a rage I flew. 
 
 I being much older than he 
 
 And with him I would not agree, 
 
 So I just told him that with me. 
 
 He had not a thing to do. 
 
 Well my wild oats I kept sowing, 
 And day by day they were growing, 
 But I didn't think of it because 
 The multitude I followed. 
 Just going a pace fit to kill. 
 By letting myself run at will 
 And kept on going down until, 
 In the gutter I wollowed. 
 
 So discovering my mistake 
 And some amends I tried to make. 
 Appealing to my friends for help, 
 But sayest them all, thou fool, 
 
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Why should you come to us for aid 
 
 When days gone by you should have laid 
 
 Something aside, so I was made 
 
 For to stand their ridicule. 
 
 It was a hard pill to swallow 
 After spending my last dollar 
 On them and just to think that they 
 Would not come to my rescue, 
 To show that they were loyal men 
 And render me some assistance when 
 I was in need which would have been 
 The right thing for them, to do. 
 
 So if this advice you will take 
 
 From me I 'm sure that you will make 
 
 Yourselves such useful citizens, 
 
 By doing the things today. 
 
 So you should not hesitate 
 
 As time for nobody doth wait, 
 
 But do them before it is too late 
 
 If you don't they'll get away. 
 
 Pot Lickers 
 
 You may talk about your clam bullion, also 
 
 your consomme 
 But take this tip and listen to what IVe got 
 
 to say. 
 
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There is one soup I tell you that can leave 
 
 them in the dark, 
 Although it has no pedigree, neither a trade- 
 mark; 
 Your mock turtle, your chicken broth and 
 
 your tomato bisque. 
 May be alright, but let me say this soup will 
 
 make you frisk 
 About and clap your hands because it's so 
 
 delicious. 
 No matter how much you dring of it you will 
 
 not get superstitious. 
 Mulligatawney, oyster soup and all the rest 
 
 combined, 
 Are very nice, but when I introduce this one 
 
 yuu'U find 
 Out what I'm telling you is right and will not 
 
 hesitate 
 To agree with me because I tell you it is 
 
 great. 
 No matter what your ailments are tw'll bring 
 
 them out all right 
 If your are suffering with a cold it'll just put 
 
 it to flight. 
 So when I'm good and hungry and you want 
 
 to see me snicker. 
 Just set in front of me a hunk of cornbread 
 
 and pot licker. 
 
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Old Time Hymns 
 
 I often think of the old songs, 
 
 They sang in days gone by 
 
 But now they have been cast aside, 
 
 Although I can't tell why. 
 
 They had more sweetness than the ones 
 
 That they sing in this day, 
 
 And made the poor sinner come back, 
 
 That had been led astray. 
 
 "Dark was the night and cold the ground," 
 
 Was sung with much feeling; 
 
 "My soul is onward heaven bound," 
 
 Was also appealing, 
 
 To the vilest sinner those days. 
 
 And made them sigh and moan ; 
 
 They could not stand it not even. 
 
 If their hearts were of stone. 
 
 "And must I be to judgment brought" 
 Would make the tear drops start, 
 And trickle down your cheeks because. 
 They were sung from the heart. 
 And not so much of this warbling. 
 But just mellow and soft 
 Your soul would rise from the cellar, 
 Up yonder in the loft. 
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"Must Jesus bear the cross alone," 
 Was one they used to sing 
 So sweetly that it really would 
 Around your heart just cling. 
 And it would just make you go down, 
 Upon your bended knees. 
 Praying to God for such a song. 
 That sat your heart at ease. 
 
 "On Jordan's stormy banks I stand," 
 Would just make your heart leap 
 For joy because it was so grand. 
 That you just could not keep 
 From shouting all over the church. 
 Because it would just touch 
 Your heart string and just cause you to 
 Enjoy it, Oh, so much. 
 
 A_nother one I liked so much, 
 
 "Fm a child of the King" 
 
 Would almost make you think that you 
 
 Could hear heaven bells ring: 
 
 It would be so pleasing to me, 
 
 To hear those songs once more. 
 
 Then I would bid this world bood bye 
 
 To rest on Cannan's shore. 
 
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Dont Imitate 
 
 Don't imitate the other man unless your 
 
 salary will 
 Permit you to be always ready to meet your 
 
 bill. 
 If he can have his quail on toast, also his chops 
 
 french fried, 
 You may get yourself some spare rib and just 
 
 be satisfied. 
 Because it serves the same purpose and also 
 
 makes you feel, 
 The same as he after you have had a good 
 
 square meal. 
 
 If he can have a motor car to take him every- 
 where. 
 
 You get yourself a nickel and use it for street 
 car fare. 
 
 It will not take you as fase to your destina- 
 tion 
 
 But after you get there you can say with 
 much consolation 
 
 That you used what you had and did not have 
 to go 
 
 Into debt to make them think that you are 
 the whole show. 
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Trying to put on a bold front actually doesn't 
 
 pay, 
 Because it is surely bound to tell on you some 
 
 day. 
 And when the crisis does appear such a bump 
 
 you will get, 
 Which will be to your sorrow and cause you 
 
 much regret. 
 So if you'll live within your means and this 
 
 advice follow, 
 You'll always be in possession of that almighty 
 
 dollar. 
 
 Be Satisfied 
 
 Be satisfied and stop complaining, 
 If you happen to see it raining 
 It's essential we should have it, 
 Matters not what may betide; 
 Or should you ever see it snowing, 
 And the wintry breeze ablowing. 
 Let your joys be overflowing 
 And not become dissatisfied. 
 
 If the broiling sun should swelter 
 You because there is no shelter. 
 For you to go and take refuge 
 Under some nice cool shady spot, 
 
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Just keep right in a cheerful mood, 
 Then you'll be showing gratitude. 
 To grumble it will do no good, 
 If the weather should be hot. 
 
 But if you'll be optomistic 
 It is a good characteristic, 
 Which you'll find out will be better 
 Than be fussing and a stewing 
 Because we can't apprehend it. 
 Then why can't we be contented. 
 For the dear Master who sends it, 
 Knows exactly what He's doing. 
 
 Be Courageous 
 
 When you start out in this world of strife you 
 
 must be on your guard, 
 Against all the obstacles which are trying to 
 
 make it hard. 
 Let nothing deter you at all, but keep on with 
 
 the fight. 
 Then you will be in a position to put them 
 
 all to flight. 
 Envious they will be at you, but if you'll just 
 
 remain 
 Right at it and your efforts will not be at all 
 
 in vain. 
 
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Enter in with confidence and stay in the con- 
 test, 
 
 Until you have accomplished it and you will 
 come out best. 
 
 Grasp every opportunity and hold on with a 
 grip.. 
 
 Even if the wind does blow, but don't you let 
 it slip. 
 
 Never take the knockout blow, but you must 
 always be, 
 
 Energetic all the way, but let your contest- 
 ants see 
 
 That you won't give up in despair, but that 
 you're surely made 
 
 Of the right kind of stuff and will not be 
 afraid ; 
 
 Dauntless you must always be also you must 
 possess. 
 
 Determination and no one can impede your 
 progress. 
 
 Scraping Pots 
 
 Take me back to my days of yore, 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 So I can enjoy it once more. 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 With cornbread cooked on the skillet, 
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Goodness, how I used to kill it, 
 For my stomach Vd just fill it, 
 Scraping pots. 
 
 How those times with me just linger, 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 As I used to lick my fingers. 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 Catch that good old gravy running 
 Through my fingers (I'm not funning), 
 But I used to look so cunning. 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 
 Face just as greasy as could be. 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 And not a dry place you could see, 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 But soap and water did the trick 
 And carried that grease off my face quick, 
 Because on there it could not stick. 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 
 When I die give that job to me, 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 And my heart will be filled with glee. 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 Should you happen to look around 
 For me and you don't hear a sound, 
 Well, in the kitchen I'll be found, 
 
 Scraping pots. 
 
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A Surprising Visit 
 
 Well, if this ain*t old Josh Plunkett, 
 Pse mightly glad to see yer; 
 Jest walk right in and rest yerself, 
 An' tell me now, how be yer? 
 I don't believe yer changed a bit 
 And yer certainly does look well. 
 So set right in that ole armchair, 
 Because I want yer to tell 
 
 Me if that road is still there yet 
 That led to old Aunt Sukey's, 
 Where you and I would go and get 
 Some of her nicest cookies ; 
 And some of the best kind of milk, 
 From Bossy, her blazed-face cow; 
 And don't yer know, I kinder feel, 
 I kin almost taste it now. 
 
 Well, how is old Squire Jones' widow, 
 Is she still going 'round sparking? 
 Now, yer don't mean to tell me that 
 She's hooked up with Judge Larkin. 
 Grandson, why when I left home 
 He wasn't knee high to a duck. 
 O, well, it's like the ole saying, 
 "Some folks is jest born for luck." 
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Why couldn't she married some one else, 
 
 That would have been her equal? 
 
 Fer instance, take Josiah Brown, 
 
 Or your brother Eziekel; 
 
 Because they both was sweet on her. 
 
 Like bees around the honey, 
 
 And I don't believe he married her for 
 
 Nothing else but her money, 
 
 Fer Squire left her pretty well fixed, 
 
 He was so close and stingy, 
 
 I've seen him wear a hat until 
 
 It got so old and dingy, 
 
 And clothes he'd make them last until 
 
 They'd become so slick, by heck. 
 
 That ef a fly lit on them 
 
 It would fall and break its neck. 
 
 Have you fergot when you and I, 
 
 Stole some grapes from Uncle Nick, 
 
 And yer jest kept a eating until 
 
 They made yer awfully sick? 
 
 So yer went to Aunt Sally Brown's 
 
 All frowning and er fretting 
 
 But yer was jest a putting on 
 
 So ez to get a petting. 
 
 She went and got a big bottle. 
 
 Oh my, how she did shake it. 
 
 Then poured out something in a spoon 
 
 And said to yer, now take it. 
 
 ?9 
 
Yer tasted it, and goodness me 
 
 I never saw such a mess, 
 
 Yer knocked that bottle and spilled that stuff 
 
 All over her Sunday dress. 
 
 What did yer do that for, said she, 
 
 But yer was awful stubborn; 
 
 Yer stood there swelled up like a toad, 
 
 And yer eyes yer ket a rubbing. 
 
 Answer me, my boy, and then you saia, 
 
 Because it was so bitter. 
 
 And when she poured it down yer throat 
 
 You jumped right up and hit her. 
 
 I knew yer would ketch something then. 
 So that wasn't the place fer me, 
 I went out and when I looked back 
 She had yer across her knee, 
 And with that slipper in her hand. 
 Oh, my, but didn't she spank yer? 
 So after she got through she made 
 Yer get right up and thank her. 
 Fer the whipping that she gave yer. 
 Why, what makes yer look so sad? 
 I was only talking about 
 The good old times we have had. 
 Playing our mischievous pranks. 
 So cher up now and don't cry. 
 It pleases me to talk of things, 
 In those happy days gone by. 
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My Chums of Yore 
 
 I often wonder if the time will ever appear 
 
 once more 
 For me to see the chums that I have known 
 
 since days of yore. 
 For there is not a day that passes by that I 
 
 don't think 
 Of some of them so dear to me that helped 
 
 to form the link 
 Which bounded us with such a love that 
 
 nothing could sever, 
 A love that'll alwa3^s stand the test and will 
 
 live forever. 
 Since I've reached maturity there are others 
 
 whom I've met, 
 But some things remain in those chums I can 
 
 never forget. 
 Some are scattered here and there and for 
 
 them my heart yearns, 
 While some have gone to that beyond where 
 
 no traveller returns. 
 But what a rejoicing there'll be on the celestial 
 
 plains, 
 Where we shall meet to part no more and 
 
 peace forever reigns. 
 
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INDEX 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Our Brave Heroes 5 
 
 Do It Right 6 
 
 Washington's Triumph .... 7 
 
 Paying The Price 9 
 
 Dunbar 13 
 
 An Unanswered Question . . . 15 
 
 The Stage of Action ... - . 19 
 
 A Happy Home 20 
 
 Father Time 21 
 
 What Will Your Answer Be? . . . 23 
 
 Lover's Lane .25 
 
 Dont Put On Airs 27 
 
 "Down-Home" Cooking .... 28 
 
 Success 31 
 
 Christmas Time 33 
 
 A Good Samaritan 35 
 
 Music of the Frogs 36 
 
 His Last Farewell 38 
 
 Confidence . 40 
 
 Let The Children Play .... 41 
 
 Just A Chance 43 
 
 Just Hustle 44 
 
 Mother's Name 46 
 
 Wasted Opportunities . . . .47 
 
 Pot Lickers ....... 49 
 
 Old Time Hymns 51 
 
 Dont Imitate 53 
 
 Be Satisfied 54 
 
 Be Courageous 55 
 
 Scraping Pots 56 
 
 A Surprising Visit 58 
 
 My Chums of Yore 61