I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.

The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend / As a man and a woman that plight / Their troth in the warm spring night.

Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?

I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.

There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.

And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.

For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.