And Missus the guitar.
We are a merry family,
We are! We are! We are!!
I drink his health, the health of P. Hopps, Hop! Hop! Hooray! in beer, of course. This comes hopping you're well.
Yours ever,
Spring Bank, Out of Bounds. A. Hoppidan.
To the Unemployed.
"Remember Mitchelstown!"
And do not join a mob.