Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize

There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine; There's Some Are Fou O' Brandy.

While Europe's Eye Is Fix'd On Mighty Things, The Fate Of Empires And The Fall Of Kings; While Quacks Of State Must Each Produce His Plan, And Even Children Lisp The Rights Of Man; Amid This Mighty Fuss Just Let Me Mention, The Rights Of Woman Merit Some Attention.

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us

Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

By Oppression's Woes And Pains! By Your Sons In Servile Chains! We Will Drain Our Dearest Veins, But They Shall Be Free! Lay The Proud Usurpers Low! Tyrants Fall In Every Foe! Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die!