None Of The Jungle People Like Being

We Never Pay Anyone Dane-geld, No Matter How Trifling The Cost; For The End Of That Game Is Oppression And Shame, And The Nation That Plays It Is Lost!

Once There Was The People - Terror Gave It Birth.

We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each Other Across Seas Of Misunderstanding.

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!

God Help Us For We Knew The Worst Too Young.