am one with nothing at all for sore aringarung, stinkers and heelers, laggeirds and primelads, her furzebom sons and dribblederry daughters, a thousand and one hundred again, O me lonly son, ye are forgetting me!, that our turfbrown mummy is acoming, alpilla, beltilla, ciltilla, deltilla, running with reconciled Romas and Reims, on like Roe’s dis- tillery on fire, let aloon an old story, the song go