All de foks dat libs next dooh
Try to be so soshul, any mo,
But dey needn’t ack, all dat cin,
I gits eber body off my mine
When I miks dat golden cow.
An dat Jersey neber offers to kick,
I’d lose my mind ef she’d git sik,
Jist think what it means to my poar heart,
How sad ’twould be ef I had to part
From miken dat golden cow.
But ef she eber dies,
In hebum I no she’ll rest on hi,
Cous darh she stoods an hols wid in,
An’ neber breeved a breffer sin,
Hu dat cow amer golden cow.
MEMORIES
Sweet, sweeter, sweetest memories,
Of my great, greater, greatest days,
Has come and gone but now returns.
As I pass the little church door
My poor heart yearns. It wants you and those golden hours
That held my sweet, sweeter, sweetest memories.
When I hear
The church organ play,
My poor heart
Just hums away
A million of your melodies
And my sweet, sweeter, sweetest memories.
All the little birds
Just seem to know
Of my happy days
When you loved me so,
For every morn they tenderly sing
My sweet, sweeter, sweetest memories.
YOU ARE
You are my morning star,
You are my evening’s pride,
You are my all and all,
You are my love besides.
You are my brightest hope
You are my world of gold,
You are all of my happiness,
You are ne’er to grow cold.