The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.