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After Violent Emotion Most People And All Boys Demand Food.

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.

Also, We Will Make Promise. So Long As The Blood Endures, I Shall Know That Your Good Is Mine: Ye Shall Feel That My Strength Is Yours: In The Day Of Armageddon, At The Last Great Fight Of All, That Our House Stand Together And The Pillars Do Not Fall.

Our England Is A Garden, And Such Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh How Wonderful' And Sitting In The Shade, While Better Men Than We Go Out, And Start Their Working Lives By Grubbing Weeds From Garden Paths With Broken Dinner Knives.

When You're Wounded And Left On Afghanistan's Plains, And The Women Come Out To Cut Up What Remains, Jest Roll To Your Rifle And Blow Out Your Brains And Go To Your Gawd Like A Soldier.