Payday Came And With It Beer

Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget--lest We Forget!

We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure, But Not A Single Excuse.

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!

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.

Come You Back, You British Soldier; Come You Back To Mandalay!