The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.