Advance Our Standards, Set Upon Our Foes;

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

Make Me A Willow Cabin At Your Gate, And Call Upon My Soul Within The House; Write Loyal Cantons Of Contemned Love And Sing Them Loud Even In The Dead Of Night.

You Are My True And Honourable Wife; As Dear To Me As The Ruddy Drops That Visit My Sad Heart.

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.