. . . And when my lips meet thine Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

People who throw kisses are mighty, hopelessly lazy.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

If a body meet a body going to the Fair, If a body kiss a body need a body care?

Comin' through the rye, poor body, Comin' through the rye, She draigl't a' her petticoatie, Comin' through the rye . . . . Gin a body meet a body Comin' through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body Need a body cry?