Thank God I Have Done

I Have A Right To Be Blind Sometimes.

Thank God I Have Done My Duty. Drink, Drink. Fan, Fan. Rub, Rub. Kiss Me, Hardy.

Hardy, I Do Believe They Have Done It At Last... My Backbone Is Shot Through.

If I Had Been Censured Every Time I Have Run My Ship, Or Fleets Under My Command, Into Great Danger, I Should Have Long Ago Been Out Of The Service And Never In The House Of Peers.

Laurels Grow In The Bay Of Biscay, I Hope A Bed Of Them May Be Found In The Mediterranean.