A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

He Knew How To Say Many False Things That Were Like True Sayings.