THE OLD STONE CROSS
 
 A STATESMAN is an easy man,
 He tells his lies by rote;
 A journalist makes up his lies
 And takes you by the throat;
 So stay at home' and drink your beer
 And let the neighbours' vote,
 Said the man in the golden breastplate
 Under the old stone Cross.
 Because this age and the next age
 Engender in the ditch,
 No man can know a happy man
 From any passing wretch;
 If Folly link with Elegance
 No man knows which is which,
 <1Said the man in the golden breastplate
 Under the old stone Cross.>1
 But actors lacking music
 Do most excite my spleen,
 They say it is more human
 To shuffle, grunt and groan,
 Not knowing what unearthly stuff
 Rounds a mighty scene,
 <1Said the man in the golden breastplate
 Under the old stone Cross.>1