To Have A Great Man For An

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.

By Jove The Stranger And The Poor Are Sent, And What To Those We Give, To Jove Is Lent.

The Charity That Is A Trifle To Us Can Be Precious To Others.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force Unite.