Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

When I Was Seventeen I Drank Some Very Good Beer I Drank Some Very Good Beer I Purchased With A Fake Id My Name Was Brian Mcgee I Stayed Up Listening To Queen When I Was Seventeen

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?