I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found

If I Were Hanged On The Highest Hill, Mother O' Mine, O Mother O' Mine! I Know Whose Love Would Follow Me Still Mother O' Mine, O Mother O' Mine!

San Francisco Is A Mad City - Inhabited For The Most Part By Perfectly Insane People Whose Women Are Of A Remarkable Beauty.

Tis Beauty, So To Speak, Nor Good Talk Necessarily. It's Just It. Some Women Will Stay In A Man's Memory If They Once Walked Down A Street.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.

The Three In One, The One In Three? Not So! To My Own Gods I Go. It May Be They Shall Give Me Greater Ease Than Your Cold Christ And Tangled Trinities.