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Edgar Guest - Answering The Grumblers
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When night time comes an` I can go 
Back to the folks who love me so, 
An` see `em smile an` hear `em sing,
An` feel their kisses, then, by jing!
I vow this world is mighty fine
An` run upon a great design.

I trudge away at break o` day
An` hear the grumblers round me say,
This world ain`t what it ought to be,
With so much care an` misery,
An` so much work for all to do,
An` little comfort when you`re through.

But all the time I`m thinkin` of 
The faces of the ones I love, 
An` every minute I can see 
Their bright eyes laughing right at me, 
An` I can almost hear `em say: 
“Come home, come home, an` we will play."

An` sometimes when the daily grind
Sends bitter thoughts into my mind,
An` I get thinkin` that of care
I draw far more than is my share,
I hear `em hum their merry song,
An` then I know such thoughts are wrong.

I never doubt this world is good, 
I couldn`t doubt it if I would 
For all the trouble that I meet 
I gather compensation sweet 
When night time comes an` I can go 
Back to the folks who love me so. 

It ain`t no use for grumblers here 
To tell me that this life`s severe, 
To say this world`s a vale of woe, 
For I`ve got proof that it ain`t so, 
When wearily I trudge away, 
They`re whisperin`, whisperin`: "Soon we`ll 
play."
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