As of yours. Let’s have it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated! And Sunny, my gander, he’s coming to land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan and Nobucketnozzler and the Warden of Galway is prepared to cheer Brinabride queen from Sybil surfriding In her curragh of shells of daughter of Clare. Bring tansy, throw myrtle, strew rue, rue, rue. She is my boardsoldereds.