He's an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great - / But we and Paul must take him as we find him. / He's out on active service, wiping something off a slate - / And he's left a lot of little things behind him!
Of all the trees that grow so fair, / Old England to adorn, / Greater are none beneath the Sun, / Than Oak and Ash and Thorn.
There is no sin greater than ignorance.
The great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever trees.
Payday came and with it beer