The Laws Of God, The Laws Of

Oh Who Is That Young Sinner With The Handcuffs On His Wrist? And What Has He Been After That They Groan And Shake Their Fists? And Wherefore Is He Wearing Such A Conscience-stricken Air? Oh They're Taking Him To Prison For The Colour Of His Hair.

The Bells They Sound On Bredon, And Still The Steeples Hum. "come All To Church, Good People"- Oh, Noisy Bells, Be Dumb; I Hear You, I Will Come.

Now, Of My Threescore Years And Ten, Twenty Will Not Come Again.

I Do Not Choose The Right Word, I Get Rid Of The Wrong One.

All Knowledge Is Precious Whether Or Not It Serves The Slightest Human Use.