And we sing by the Riverside drive.

Thus we play and we eat and we thrive.

THE FLEET (1945)

A long line of ships,

War-scarred in glory smothered

On navy's glad day.

SPRING IS BUDDING

Why is the sun ashining

And all the faces glad?

Why are the buds abursting

And not, a thing is sad?

I hear the sparrow twittering

Her sweet old melody.

Darling the spring is budding

In all her ecstasy.

Spring and the sun are smiling

To bring the leaves and cress.

Love in the heart is waking

To give us happiness.

I hear the lark awarbling

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