Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.

I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son.

Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.

If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.

Now, don't be angry after you've been afraid. That's the worst kind of cowardice.