And what should they know of England who only England know?
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.
On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was-like eating an egg without salt.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.