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Edgar Guest - Sittin` On The Porch
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Sittin` on the porch at night when all the tasks are done,
Just restin` there an` talkin`, with my easy slippers on,
An` my shirt band thrown wide open an` my feet upon the rail,
Oh, it`s then I`m at my richest, with a wealth that cannot fail;
For the scent of early roses seems to flood the evening air,
An` a throne of downright gladness is my wicker rocking chair.

The dog asleep beside me, an` the children rompin` `round
With their shrieks of merry laughter, Oh, there is no gladder sound
To the ears o` weary mortals, spite of all the scoffers say,
Or a grander bit of music than the children at their play!
An` I tell myself times over, when I`m sittin` there at night,
That the world in which I`m livin` is a place o` real delight.

Then the moon begins its climbin` an` the stars shine overhead,
An` the mother calls the children an` she takes `em up to bed,
An` I smoke my pipe in silence an` I think o` many things,
An` balance up my riches with the lonesomeness o` kings,
An` I come to this conclusion, an` I`ll wager that I`m right--
That I`m happier than they are, sittin` on my porch at night.
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