Hilaire Belloc

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other;
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right-My brother, good morning; my sister, good night

When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and
At such a little tail behind,
So large a trunk before

May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel,
Noel,
Noel,

Of Courtesy, it is much
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my Walks it seems to
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy

The species Man and
Are intimately linked;
The Marmozet survives as yet,
But Men are all extinct

My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
Come, open the door to us, let us come in
A score of stout fellows who think it no
If they toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin,

Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda
Do you remember an Inn
And the tedding and the spreading of the straw         for a bedding,

Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker
And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;
And ever since then the clapper is still…And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill

Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness
And in that dreadful company
And the sad night with silent footsteps go

It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
That I have loved you rather more than most

Lord Lundy from his earliest
Was far too freely moved to Tears
For instance if his Mother said,"Lundy
It's time to go to Bed

The nicest child I ever
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue
He never lost his cap, or
His stockings or his pinafore: