There's Luck In Odd Numbers.

For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My Dear.

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?

I'll Seek A Four Leaved Shamrock In All Thy Fairy Dells, And If I Find The Charmed Leaves, Oh, How I'll Weave My Spells!

Better To Be Safe Than Sorry.

For A Ballad's A Thing You Expect To Find Lies In.