Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.

Lives Like A Drunken Sailor On A Mast, Ready With Every Nod To Tumble Down Into The Fatal Bowels Of The Deep.

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.