Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And

When Young Lips Have Drunk Deep Of The Bitter Waters Of Hate, Suspicion And Despair, All The Love In The World Will Not Wholly Take Away That Knowledge. Though It May Turn Darkened Eyes For A While To The Light, And Teach Faith Where No Faith Was.

It's Clever, But Is It Art?

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

Englishmen Are Not Usually Softened By Appeals To The Memory Of Their Mothers.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep... For It's Tommy This, An' Tommy That An' Chuck Him Out, The Brute! But It's Saviour Of His Country, When The Guns Begins To Shoot!