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Gray are the pages of record | 205 | |
Gray is the palace where she dwells | 180 | |
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy | 82 | |
Hain't you see my Mandy Lou | 173 | |
He had his dream, and all through life | 61 | |
He loved her, and through many years | 129 | |
He sang of life serenely sweet | 191 | |
He scribbles some in prose and verse, | 49 | |
Heart of my heart, the day is chill | 207 | |
Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now | 216 | |
Heel and toe, heel and toe | 170 | |
Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray | 80 | |
Hit's been drizzlin' an' been sprinklin' | 180 | |
Home agin, an' home to stay | 259 | |
How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own? | 289 | |
How sweet the music sounded | 284 | |
How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell | 114 | |
Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound | 184 | |
Hyeah come Cæsar Higgins | 145 | |
Hyeah dat singin' in de medders | 208 | |
"I am but clay," the sinner plead | 114 | |
I am no priest of crooks nor creeds | 38 | |
I am the mother of sorrows | 89 | |
I be'n down in ole Kentucky | 42 | |
I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night | 212 | |
I did not know that life could be so sweet | 252 | |
I done got 'uligion, honey, an' I's happy ez a king | 146 | |
I don't believe in 'ristercrats | 140 | |
I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes | 13 | |
I grew a rose within a garden fair | 12 |
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