When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, / He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; / An' what he thought 'e might require, / 'E went an' took - the same as me!

We ain't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too, But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you; An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints, Why single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints

Who are neither children nor gods, but men in a world of men!

I keep six honest serving men: They taught me all I knew: Their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

I always try to believe the best of everybody -it saves so much trouble.