It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying,

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

Mellow Nuts Have The Hardest Rind.

Mystery Has Great Charms For Womanhood.

Who, Noteless As The Race From Which He Sprung, Saved Others' Names, But Left His Own Unsung.

Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?