Originally Posted by Frownland

When you first came round I was sad
My head hung down I felt really bad
Now I’m glad, glad about the good times that we’ve had
Walked in the park
kissed in the dark
leaves burned just like just like a spark
Now I’m glad
glad about the good times that we’ve had
You went away I cried night and day
for what you done I had to pay
Left me so blue I don’t know
where to go or what to do
please come back and let the sun shine through
Sun passed behind a cloud
I felt so proud
We walk down the street people smile that we meet
And I’m glad glad about the good times that we’ve had
You said I was the best man that you’ve ever had oh!
Now I’m glad oh so glad

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.