Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

Come Fill Up My Cup, Come Fill Up My Can, Come Saddle Your Horses, And Call Up Your Men; Come Open The West Port, And Let Me Gang Free, And It's Room For The Bonnets Of Bonny Dundee!

'tis An Old Tale, And Often Told; But Did My Fate And Wish Agree, Ne'er Had Been Read, In Story Old, Of Maiden True Betray'd For Gold, That Loved, Or Was Avenged, Like Me!

War Is The Only Game In Which Both Sides Lose.

Of All Vices, Drinking Is The Most Incompatible With Greatness.

Come He Slow Or Come He Fast It Is But Death That Comes At Last