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I Remember, I Remember, The House Where I Was Born, The Little Window Where The Sun Came Peeping In At Morn.

While The Steeples Are Loud In Their Joy, To The Tune Of The Bells' Ring-a-ding, Let Us Chime In A Peal, One And All, For We All Should Be Able To Sing Hullah Baloo.

Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity Under The Sun!

There Are Three Things Which The Public Will Always Clamour For, Sooner Or Later; Namely: Novelty, Novelty, Novelty.

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.