I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

Meddling with another man's folly is always thankless work.

But he couldn't lie if you paid him and he'd starve before he stole.

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

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

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