On The Road To Mandalay,

Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh, How Beautiful,' And Sitting In The Shade.

Favouritism Governed Kissage, Even As It Does In This Age.

When Young Lips Have Drunk Deep Of The Bitter Waters Of Hate, Suspicion And Despair, All The Love In The World Will Not Wholly Take Away That Knowledge. Though It May Turn Darkened Eyes For A While To The Light, And Teach Faith Where No Faith Was.

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

Tis Beauty, So To Speak, Nor Good Talk Necessarily. It's Just It. Some Women Will Stay In A Man's Memory If They Once Walked Down A Street.