I've taken my fun where I've found it, An' now I must pay for my fun, For the more you 'ave known o' the others The less will you settle to one.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods

The 'eathen in 'is blindness must end where 'e began. But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!

All the money in the world is no use to a man or his country if he spends it as fast as he makes it. All he has left is his bills and the reputation for being a fool.

If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.

As the dawn comes up like thunder.