The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

If History Were Taught In The Form Of Stories, It Would Never Be Forgotten.

Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh, How Beautiful,' And Sitting In The Shade.

Politics Are Not My Concern.... They Impressed Me As A Dog's Life Without A Dog's Decencies.

You May Talk O' Gin And Beer When You're Quartered Safe Out 'ere, An' You're Sent To Penny-fights An' Aldershot It; But When It Comes To Slaughter You Will Do Your Work On Water, An' You'll Lick The Bloomin' Boots Of 'im That's Got It.

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.