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WRITE HERE PLEASE: A study of an Australian autograph albumpage 3 (cont ... )The pages of the album were printed in folio sheets of various pastel colours (light browns, greys, blues, greens etc) and some pages had transparent sheets to separate drawings. There were 164 pages in the album (hand numbered by the owner). This world is full of beauty As the other world above And if we did our duty It might be full of love. There are many gods, There are many creeds, The paths they wind, and wind, But the one old way, Of being kind, Is all this sad world needs. The wise old crow lived in an oak The more he heard the less he spoke, The less he spoke the more he heard, Why can’t we all be like that bird? There is no such thing as fighting on the winning side, One fights to find out which side is the winning side. Work as though you may live forever, Live as though you may die today. Traditional drinking toasts were often used: Two’s company but they were three, The Girl, the parlour lamp and He, Two’s company there’s no doubt, That’s why the parlour lamp went out. Here’s to the wings of true love, May it never lose a feather, Till your old boots and my old boots Lay under the bed forever. Many a shaft at random sent Finds fully many a mark the archers never meant And many a word at random spoken May soothe or wound a heart that’s broken. Here’s pain to our sham friends But champagne to our real friends. Here’s to the man who kisses his wife And kisses his wife alone, For there’s many a man kissing Another man’s wife When he ought to be kissing his own. May you live as long as you want to And never want as long as you live. Here’s to a long life and a merry one A quick death and a painless one, A pretty girl and a loving one, A cold, cold drink, and a then another one. There is so much good In the worst of us. And so much bad In the best of us, That it hardly behoves Any of us to talk About the rest of us. Here’s to the heights of Heaven, Here’s to the depths of Hell, Here’s to the girl who can have a good time, And has sense enough not to tell.   |