It made them think of the old home
They had not saw in years.
And while their hearts was heavy and
Their eyes they was quite red.
This brave and honest boy again
To them these words he said:

CHORUS

Never forget, etc.



Ballade to a Lady
(To Annabelle.)


Pipe to the tip I'm handing, Kid;
Get jerry to the salve I throw;
Just paste it in your merrywid
While I pull out the tremolo.
This stuff ain't any paper snow--
I never was a bull con gee--
Wise up to this and sing it slow:
You make an awful splash with me.

My line of bunk is like to skid;
(The subject is so smooth--get joe?)
My fountain pen's an invalid;
I can't dope words like L. Defoe