Actor“Blessed mother, save my brain!”
Actor“Blessed mother, save my brain!”
“Blessed mother, save my brain!”
“They Say.”The subject of my speech is oneWe hear of every day—’Tis simply all about the fearWe have of what “they say!”How happy all of us could be,If, as we go our way,We did not stop to think and careSo much for what “they say.”We never dress to go outside,To church, to ball, or play,But everything we wear or doIs ruled by what “they say.”Half of the struggles we each makeTo keep up a display,Might be avoided, were it notFor dread of what “they say.”The half of those who leave their homesFor Long Branch and Cape MayWould never go, if it were notFor fear of what “they say.”One reason why I’m now so scared(Pardon the weakness, pray!)Is that I’m thinking all the while,“Ofmewhat will ‘they say?’”But so ’twill be, I judge, as longAs on the earth folks stay—There’ll always be, with wise and fools,That dread of what “they say.”
The subject of my speech is oneWe hear of every day—’Tis simply all about the fearWe have of what “they say!”How happy all of us could be,If, as we go our way,We did not stop to think and careSo much for what “they say.”We never dress to go outside,To church, to ball, or play,But everything we wear or doIs ruled by what “they say.”Half of the struggles we each makeTo keep up a display,Might be avoided, were it notFor dread of what “they say.”The half of those who leave their homesFor Long Branch and Cape MayWould never go, if it were notFor fear of what “they say.”One reason why I’m now so scared(Pardon the weakness, pray!)Is that I’m thinking all the while,“Ofmewhat will ‘they say?’”But so ’twill be, I judge, as longAs on the earth folks stay—There’ll always be, with wise and fools,That dread of what “they say.”
The subject of my speech is oneWe hear of every day—’Tis simply all about the fearWe have of what “they say!”How happy all of us could be,If, as we go our way,We did not stop to think and careSo much for what “they say.”We never dress to go outside,To church, to ball, or play,But everything we wear or doIs ruled by what “they say.”Half of the struggles we each makeTo keep up a display,Might be avoided, were it notFor dread of what “they say.”The half of those who leave their homesFor Long Branch and Cape MayWould never go, if it were notFor fear of what “they say.”One reason why I’m now so scared(Pardon the weakness, pray!)Is that I’m thinking all the while,“Ofmewhat will ‘they say?’”But so ’twill be, I judge, as longAs on the earth folks stay—There’ll always be, with wise and fools,That dread of what “they say.”
The subject of my speech is one
We hear of every day—
’Tis simply all about the fear
We have of what “they say!”
How happy all of us could be,If, as we go our way,We did not stop to think and careSo much for what “they say.”
How happy all of us could be,
If, as we go our way,
We did not stop to think and care
So much for what “they say.”
We never dress to go outside,To church, to ball, or play,But everything we wear or doIs ruled by what “they say.”
We never dress to go outside,
To church, to ball, or play,
But everything we wear or do
Is ruled by what “they say.”
Half of the struggles we each makeTo keep up a display,Might be avoided, were it notFor dread of what “they say.”
Half of the struggles we each make
To keep up a display,
Might be avoided, were it not
For dread of what “they say.”
The half of those who leave their homesFor Long Branch and Cape MayWould never go, if it were notFor fear of what “they say.”
The half of those who leave their homes
For Long Branch and Cape May
Would never go, if it were not
For fear of what “they say.”
One reason why I’m now so scared(Pardon the weakness, pray!)Is that I’m thinking all the while,“Ofmewhat will ‘they say?’”
One reason why I’m now so scared
(Pardon the weakness, pray!)
Is that I’m thinking all the while,
“Ofmewhat will ‘they say?’”
But so ’twill be, I judge, as longAs on the earth folks stay—There’ll always be, with wise and fools,That dread of what “they say.”
But so ’twill be, I judge, as long
As on the earth folks stay—
There’ll always be, with wise and fools,
That dread of what “they say.”