A Gun Is Not A Weapon! It's

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.