Sweet Cyder Is A Great Thing, A Great Thing To Me, Spinning Down To Weymouth Town By Ridgway Thirstily, And Maid And Mistress Summoning Who Tend The Hostelry: O Cyder Is A Great Thing, A Great Thing To Me! The Dance It Is A Great Thing, A Great Thing To Me, With Candles Lit And Partners Fit For Night-Long Revelry; And Going Home When Day-Dawning Peeps Pale Upon The Lea: O Dancing Is A Great Thing, A Great Thing To Me! Love Is, Yea, A Great Thing, A Great Thing To Me, When, Having Drawn Across The Lawn In Darkness Silently, A Figure Flits Like One A-Wing Out From The Nearest Tree: O Love Is, Yes, A Great Thing, A Great Thing To Me! Will These Be Always Great Things, Great Things To Me? . . . Let It Befall That One Will Call, "Soul, I Have Need Of Thee:" What Then? Joy-Jaunts, Impassioned Flings, Love, And Its Ecstasy, Will Always Have Been Great Things, Great Things To Me!