They must not wed the Doctor said… For they were far from strong, And children of their marriage bed Might not live overlong. And yet each eve I saw them pass

School yourself to savour most Joys that have but little cost; Prove the best of life is free, Sun and stars and sky and sea; Eager in your eyes to please,

Unto his housemaid spoke the Lair… "Tonight the Bishop is our guest; The spare room must be warmed and… To please him we will do our best. A worthy haggis you must make,

Where once with lads I scoffed my… The landlord’s lass I’ve wed. Now I am lord and master here;— Thank God! the old man’s dead. I stand behind a blooming bar

Upspoke the culprit at the bar, Conducting his own case: ‘Your Lordship, I have gone to fa… But grant me of your grace. As I was passing by a shop

This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey’s Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from… In the Land of the Crimson Star; That Soviet guy with the single e…

I’m just a mediocre man Of no high—brow pretence; A comfortable life I plan With care and commonsense. I do the things most people do,

Full fifty merry maids I heard One summer morn a—singing; And each was like a joyous bird With spring—clear not a—ringing. It was an old—time soldier song

My soldier boy has crossed the sea To fight the foeman; But he’ll come back to make of me And honest woman. So I am singing all day long,

How often do I wish I were What people call a character; A ripe and cherubic old chappie Who lives to make his fellows happ… With in his eyes a merry twinkle,

Little Annabelle to please, (Lacking grace, I grant), Grandpa down on hands and knees Plays the elephant. Annabelle shrieks with delight,

Softly every night they come To the picture show, That old couple, deaf and dumb In the second row; Wistful watching, hand in hand,

Within a pub that’s off the Stran… With pipe in mouth and mug in hand… “Come, sit ye down, ye wond’ring w… “I can’t,” says I, “because to—ni… To Tripoli and Trebizond and Tim…

The same old sprint in the morning… Chained all day to the same old de… Posting the same old greasy books,… Oh, how will I manage to stick it… We’ve bidden good—bye to life in a…