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" Nellie made a cup of tea October and the crimsoned trees Our friends have automobiles now Over the crib where the baby lies Pa never gets a story straight Peter's the fellow I go to whenever Paul presses his claim She wasn't hungry, so she said Since Pa put in the radio Sit here on my knee, little girl, and I'll tell a story Some folks pray for a boy Stick to it, boy