We was as 'appy as could be that day Down at the Welsh 'Arp, which is 'Endon way.

We've been together now for forty years, An' it don't seem a day too much, There ain't a lady livin' in the land As I'd 'swop' for my dear old Dutch.

Wot cher! all the neighbours cried, Who yer gonna meet, Bill, Have yer bought the street, Bill? Laugh! I thought I should've died, Knocked 'em in the Old Kent …

She wears a artful bonnet, feathers stuck upon it, Coverin' a fringe all curled; She's just about the sweetest, prettiest and neatest Doner in the wide, wide w…

Then sing as Martin Luther sang, As Doctor Martin Luther sang, 'Who loves not wine, woman and song, He is a fool his whole life long.'

I have experienced as violence the emergence of the culture of compulsory industrialised joy, which is the companion of consumerism.

There's a joy without canker or cark, There's a pleasure eternally new, 'T is to gloat on the glaze and the mark Of china that's ancient and blue.