I Worked Like A Horse And I

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

Our Hearts Where They Rocked Our Cradle, Our Love Where We Spent Our Toil, And Our Faith, And Our Hope, And Our Honor, We Pledge To Our Native Soil. God Gave All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Our Hearts Are Small, Ordained For Each One Spot Should Prove Beloved Over All.

There Is No Harm In A Man's Cub.

Those Who Only Know England Know Not England.

Never Look Backwards Or You'll Fall Down The Stairs.