Let Those Possess The Land, And Only

No Tears In The Writer, No Tears In The Reader. No Surprise In The Writer, No Surprise In The Reader.

If One By One We Counted People Out

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.

When A Friend Calls To Me From The Road And Slows His Horse To A Meaning Walk, I Don't Stand Still And Look Around On All The Hills I Haven't Hoed, And Shout From Where I Am, What Is It? No, Not As There Is A Time To Talk. I Thrust My Hoe In The Mellow Ground, Blade-end Up And Five Feet Tall, And Plod: I Go Up To The Stone Wall For A Friendly Visit.

If You Don't Know How Great This Country Is, I Know Someone Who Does; Russia.