There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine;

What's Done We Partly May Compute, But Know Not What's Resisted.

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.

Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor. ... Opera Is Where A Man Gets Stabbed In The Back, And Instead Of Dying, He Sings.

Gin A Body Meet A Body Coming Thro' The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body— Need A Body Cry?