Various

“ You may have a faithful wife, who is dearer far than life,
Yet an angry word may rankle in her heart,
Then your passions rise and rise, till the tears come in her eyes,
And with hardened hearts you both decide to part,
But a calm comes o’er the strife, as you gaze upon your wife,
And your tho’ts go back to years of love and bliss,
To the partner true and tried, ever faithful by your side,
And you both plead for forgiveness with a kiss.—Chorus.
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. ”

“ A bunch of shamrock from my dear old mother,
A treasure dearer far than any other,
Though faded it shall rest upon my loving breast,
This bunch of shamrock from my dear old mother.
I see the cabin now, my mother’s saddened brow,
I hear the voice that whispered sweet good-bye,
“Remember, lad,” said she, “and true and honest be,”
Her words within my heart can never die.
Though oft the world is sad, my heart is ever glad,
I roam the vales again with happy cheer,
Ah, mem’ries sweet awake, when in my hand I take,
This bunch of shamrock from my mother dear.—Chorus. ”

“ When at the door he’ll stand,
And a pillow for the wanderer,
Smoothed by a mother’s hand!
There is sunshine for the wanderer whom wildest storms assail,
A little nook of quietness where never sweeps the gale ”