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We're Poor Little Lambs Who've Lost Our Way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're Little Black Sheep Who've Gone Astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity, God Ha' Mercy On Such As We, Baa! Yah! Bah!

There Is No Sin So Great As Ignorance. Remember This.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

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