Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats