The moon belongs to everyone

You're sent from heaven And I know your worth. You made a heaven for me here on the earth. When I'm old and grey, dear, Promise you won't stray, dear, For I love you so, Sonny Boy.

If April showers Should come your way, They bring the flowers That bloom in May.

If you knew Susie like I know Susie, Oh, oh, oh what a girl! There's none so classy as this fair lassie, Oh, oh, Holy Moses, what a chassis!

'Tis not how witty, nor how free, Nor yet how beautifull she be, But how much kinde and true to me.

Wages is a cunning device of the devil, for the benefit of tender consciences, who would retain all the advantages of the slave system, without the expense, trouble, and odium of being slave-holders.

'Twas the blood of the Saxon within them that ran; They held—to be free is the birthright of man.