Adam Was A Gardener, And

If The Aunt Of The Vicar Has Never Touched Liquor, Watch Out When She Finds The Champagne.

War Is An Ill Thing, As I Surely Know. But 'twould Be An Ill World For Weaponless Dreamers If Evil Men Were Not Now And Then Slain.

And When Your Back Stops Aching And Your Hands Begin To Harden, You Will Find Yourself A Partner In The Glory Of The Garden.

'e's All'ot Sand An' Ginger When Alive, An''e's Generally Shammin' When'e's Dead.

Heaven Grant Us Patience With A Man In Love.