I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

Brother, Thy Tail Hangs Down Behind.

And The Talk Slid North, And The Talk Slid South With The Sliding Puffs From The Hookah-mouth; Four Things Greater Than All Things Are Women And Horses And Power And War.

Now This Is The Law Of The Jungle -- As Old And As True As The Sky; And The Wolf That Shall Keep It May Prosper, But The Wolf That Shall Break It Must Die. As The Creeper That Girdles The Tree-trunk The Law Runneth Forward And Back -- For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

I Wasted My Substance, I Know I Did, On Riotous Living, So I Did, But There's Nothing On Record To Show I Did More Than My Betters Have Done.