Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Chess is a sad waste of brains.
Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.
Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."