There's lots of people--this town wouldn't hold them; Who don't know much excepting what's told them.

If we who have sailed together
Flit out of each other's view,
The world will sail on, I think,
Just as it used to do.

If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it whenHe's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.

And that was the way The deuce was to pay As it always is, at the close of the day That gave us-- Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! (With some restrictions, the fault-finders say) That which, please God, we will keep for aye Our National Independence!

Not all the labor of the earth Is done by hardened hands.

To appreciate heaven well 'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.