There ’s a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft

Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, Though winds blew great guns, still he ’d whistle and sing; Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly, And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.

For a soldier I listed, to grow great in fame. And be shot at for sixpence a day.

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love, and a little for the bottle.

His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he ’s gone aloft.

Riches is not what we have, but what we enjoy.

Poverty is not the fault of the poor. It is the fault of a system that allows idleness at the top and starvation at the bottom.