Now Deep In Ocean Sunk

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

You Know Those Balls That They Put On Car Antennas So You Can Find Them In The Parking Lot? Those Should Be On Every Car!