They will come back, come back again, As long as the red earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think he would squander souls?

Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?

Politicians. Little Tin Gods on Wheels.

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.

Yes, making mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep... For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that an' Chuck him out, the brute! But it's Saviour of his country, when the guns begins to shoot!

There is no sin greater than ignorance.