"Tradition means giving a vote to most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about. All democrats object to men being disqualified by the accident of birth; tradition objects to their being disqualified by the accident of death. Democracy tells us not to neglect a good man’s opinion, even if he is our groom; tradition asks us not to neglect a good man’s opinion, even if he is our father."
Joy, health, love, and peace be all here in this place By your leave, we will sing concerning our king
Our king is well dressed, in the silks of the best In ribbons so rare, no king can compare
We have travelled many miles, over hedges and stiles In search of our king, unto you we bring
We have powder and shot to conquer the lot we have cannon and ball to conquer them all
Old Christmas is past, twelve tide is the last And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new