For The Sin They Do By Two

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.

Ship Me Somewhere East Of Suez, Where The Best Is Like The Worst, Where There Aren't No Ten Commandments An' A Man Can Raisea Thirst.

The Tumalt And Shouting Dies, The Captains And The Kings Depart. Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice, An Humble And A Contrite Heat. Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget, Lest We Forget.

One Cannot Resist The Lure Of Africa.

Borrow Trouble For Yourself, If That's Your Nature, But Don't Lend It To Your Neighbours.