By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

Once You Go Vatican, You Never Go Back Again.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

And For Yourself, May The Gods Grant You Your Heart's Desire, A Husband And A Home, And The Blessing Of A Harmonious Life. For Nothing Is Greater Or Finer Than This, When A Man And Woman Live Together With One Hear And Mind, Bringing Joy To Their Friends And Grief To Their Foes.