For All We Take We Must Pay,

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

They Are Fools Who Kiss And Tell'-- Wisely Has The Poet Sung. Man May Hold All Sorts Of Posts If He'll Only Hold His Tongue.

A Woman Is Only A Woman, But A Good Cigar Is A Smoke.

O It's Tommy This, And Tommy That, And Tommy 'ow's Your Soul/but It's Thin Red Line Of Heroes When The Drums Begin To Roll.

Payday Came And With It Beer