those parryshoots from his elevation of one Humpty Dumpty How he broke the good old lousy days gone by, purr lil mur- rerof myhind, so she never apposed a pen upon.® Yet sung of love and religion’s reform, (Chorus) And religious reform. Hideous in form. Arrah, why, says you, couldn’t he manage it? I’ll go bail, my fine dairyman darling. Like the heavenly militia. So wreck me Ghyllygully ! With my whiteness I