| Show Z ZM THE HEARTS consolation its a pretty hard thing for a fellow to fling his arm to the setting sun and burst into song with a heart strong and rejoice for a day done when the roads been rough and the goin tough and the prospects ahead look dim and his fellow kind leave him f far ar behind with never a beckon to him its a hard old row for a man to hoe when adversity casts her stone fast into his way and he be sweats till all day and he tolls toils to remove it alone and to see but naught of the task he s wrought and his labors to be in vain and its harder still to enlist a will to the trying it over again but the loads more light and the prospects bright and the fa failures seem less severe and the lash of fate and the hardships great with their perils dont seem so near when he knows through all be they great or small that the cares that infest his span of grief are not blown 0 er his path alone but are shared by his fel lowman alkali ike |
