And Hear The Pleasant Cockoo, Loud And

I Cannot See The Short, White Curls Upon The Forehead Of An Ox, But What I See Them Dripping With That Poor Thing's Blood, And Hear The Ax; When I See Calves And Lambs, I See Them Led To Death; I See No Bird Or Rabbit Cross The Open Field But What A Sudden Shot Is Heard; A Shout That Tells Me Men Aim True, For Death Or Wound, Doth Chill Me Through.

What Is This Life If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare.

Teetotallers Lack The Sympathy And Generosity Of Men That Drink.

It Was The Rainbow Gave Thee Birth, And Left Thee All Her Lovely Hues.

I Love Thee For A Heart That’s Kind--not For The Knowledge In Thy Mind.