They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging.

I Fought With My Twin, The Enemy Within.

If You Told The Truth, That Was All Well And Good And If You Told The Un-truth, Well, That's Still Well And Good. Folk Songs Had Taught Me That.

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.

Everybody's Wearing A Disguise, To Hide What They've Got Left Behind Their Eyes.

Praise Be To Nero's Neptune The Titanic Sails At Dawn And Everybody's Shouting "which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound And T.s. Eliot Fighting In The Captain's Tower While Calypso Singers Laugh At Them And Fishermen Hold Flowers.