If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket
I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes
I long for home, long for the sight of home.