Maxioms by Horace Smith And James Smith
Midnight, yet not a nose
From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!
Midnight, yet not a nose
From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!
For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean,
Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave,
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For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean,
Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave,
Whose sons unaccustom'd to rebel commotion,
Tho' joyous, are sober--tho' peaceful, are brave.
