American Old Time Song Lyrics: 32 These Words No Shakespeare Wrote

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These Words No Shakespeare Wrote.
Copyright, 1889, by Heinrich Coaried.

To blushing Mary said her sweetheart, Hugh.
My darling, night and day I think of you,
Come, place your pretty little hand in mine,
And softly Whisper to me, I am thine.
Despite the fact that we are rather poor,
We are rich if our mutual love is sure.
For when two loving hearts heat at one,
A happy future has began, yea, yes.
These words do Shakespeare wrote, these words no Byron penned,
Nor poet classical, with fancy free.
It is an honest heart speaks to a precious friend,
And yet it sounds like purest poetry.

The son leaves home, his father says to him:
"My boy, let not your love for us grow dim.
Where'er you may be on a foreign strand,
Never forget your native fatherland,
Your mother will pray every night for you,
Remember her last words, be good and true,"
And may your future a bright story tell.
Bless you, my boy. farewell, farewell!" yes, yes.
These words no Shakespeare wrote, these words no Byron penned.
Nor poet classical, with fancy free.
It is a lather's heart speaks to a trusted friend.
And yet it sounds like purest poetry.

A child, whose mother had fallen ill, prayed thus:
"Our father graciously watch over us,
Upon my knees I pray the best I can.
Make mother well, so I can be a man.
If you will only listen to my prayer,
My toys and playthings with me you shall share.
My candy, soldiers, more than I can tell,
Only make my dear mother well! "yes, yes.
These words no Shakespeare wrote, these words no Byron penned.
Nor poet classical, with fancy free.
It is a helpless child who pleads with God, his friend,
And yet it sounds like purest poetry.

One day a beggar walking 'long the street,
A poor man met, asked him for bread to eat,
The latter felt the former's strait was sore.
Said "I've two nickels, sorry it's not more.
Here's one for you, my friend, an honest deal.
Now we'll go eat a first-class evening meal,
Tomorrow, if I'm in a fix like you,
I've done the best that I could do! "yes, yes.
These words no Shakespeare wrote, these words no Byron penned.
Nor poet classical, with fancy free,
'Tis a poor human heart aiding a poorer friend,
And yet it sounds like purest poetry.
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