A People Always Ends By Resembling Its

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

For All We Take We Must Pay, But The Price Is Cruel High.

Oh East Is East And West Is West And Never The Twain Shall Meet.

I Never Made A Mistake In My Life; At Least, Never One That I Couldn't Explain Away Afterwards.