Strew Gladness On The Paths Of Men-you

There Are Purple Grapes In The Land Of Git-thare.

A Hundred Thousand Men Were Led By One Calf Near Three Centuries Dead; They Followed Still His Crooked Way And Lost A Hundred Years A Day; For Thus Such Reverence Is Lent To Well Established Precedent.

Just Drop Your Bucket Where You Are.

W'en You See A Man In Woe, Walk Right Up And Say 'hullo'; Say "hullo" And "how D'ye Do. How's The World A-usin' You?

Seek Not For Fresher Founts Afar, Just Drop You Bucket Where You Are.