The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.

Daughter Am I In My Mother's House, But Mistress In My Own.

But He Couldn't Lie If You Paid Him And He'd Starve Before He Stole.

For It's "guns This" And "guns That," And "chuck 'em Out, The Brutes," But They're The "savior Of Our Loved Ones" When The Thugs Begin To Loot.

He Wrapped Himself In Quotations - As A Beggar Would Enfold Himself In The Purple Of Emperors.