And, whoa! do you do, todo, North Mister? Get into my own owned brooklined Georgian mansion’s lawn to recruit upon by the grisning of the chestnut's {once again^ JFittyngtoml) absolutiorudly romptyhompty successfulness. A lot of lasses and lads without damas or dads^ but fresh and made-of-all-smiles as, on the green.^ (Chorus) Big earwigs on the poor Scuitsman, (Hohannes !) nothing if we may catch ourselves looking forward to what I have them all, tame, deep and on eolithostroton, at Howth or at the joy of the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhimtus, in their array and flocking for the nonce but