Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

I Cannot Tell How The Truth May Be; I Say The Tale As It Was Said To Me.

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

Heap On More Wood! - The Wind Is Chill; But Let It Whistle As It Will, We'll Keep Our Christmas Merry Still.

Give Me An Honest Laugher.