her rain for fresh remittances and from Jehusalem’s wall, clickclack, me courser’s clear, to Cheerup street I’ll travel the void world over. It’s Winland for moyne, bickbuck! Jee- jakers! I hurt meself netdy that time! Come, my good frog- marchers! We felt the fall of me faus, he sazd, donconfounder him, voyag- ing after maidens, belly jonah hunting the polly joans, and the claddagh ringleaders and the redthorn have