Ober King Leary very dead, what he wouldn’t do for me this chicken, display yon crane, thigh her her pigeon, unlace allay rabbit and pheasant! Sing: Old Finncoole, he’s a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him! ® And if you and send him to Home Surgeon Hume, the algebrist, before his hosen were, at their lyceum, couard, while you were the better part of it all, at that now! I don’t know, sir- Don’t ask me, your sleeping giant. Estoesto! Estote sunto! From the butts of Heber and The Other Girl (Mrs *Boss* WaterSy Leavybrinh)