Take a boy along with you Taking medicine to-day isn't what it used to be Teach the children of the Flag Tender, gentle, brave and true The hills are in the mist to-day The houses of the rich folks are very fine to see The little clothes line by the kitchen door The ordinary fellow does an ordinary task The other night 'bout two o'clock The postman whistled down the street There is a reason, I suppose, for every thing. There is a song in every thing There isn't any pay for you, you serve without reward There is one critic a man should heed There is so much that we can do There may be happier times than this There's a smile on the face of the mother to-day There's never frost nor blight nor weeds The road lay straight before him but the by-paths smiled at him The time I played with Vardon The white oak keeps its leaves till spring They found the great stone rolled away They laughed when I came home last night They put his spotless surplice on They're waiting for us over there This is the tale of a mortgage and a dead man To-day, if I were free, I think I'd wander Used to think I'd like to go We found the car beneath a tree We nodded as we passed each day We've had a lot of visitors, it seems When all is said and done When I get home at night they run to meet me When I was but a little lad, my father carved When melancholy rides the sky When Pa came home last night When the blue gets back in the skies once more When there's company for tea Where is the road to Arcady Who's dat knockin' at de do' Wife o' Mine, day after day Winters are not what they used to be World wide over this is said You know your mother--that's plain as day You shall wonder as you meet You would take my girl away End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Passing Throng, by Edgar Guest