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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad of Persse O'Reilly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty<br>How he fell with a roll and a rumble<br>And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple<br>By the butt of the Magazine Wall,<br>  (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,<br>           Hump, helmet and all?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was one time our King of the Castle<br>Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.<br>And from Green street he'll be sent by order of His Worship<br>To the penal jail of Mountjoy<br>  (Chorus) To the jail of Mountjoy!<br>           Jail him and joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was fafafather of all schemes for to bother us<br>Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,<br>Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,<br>Openair love and religion's reform,<br>  (Chorus) And religious reform,<br>           Hideous in form.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?<br>I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,<br>Like the bumping bull of the Cassidys<br>All your butter is in your horns.<br>  (Chorus) His butter is in his horns.<br>           Butter his horns!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt<br>   on ye,<br>Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Balbaccio, balbuccio!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken-pox<br>   and china chambers<br>Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman.<br>Small wonder He'll Cheat E'erawan our local lads nicknamed him.<br>When Chimpden first took the floor<br>  (Chorus) With his bucketshop store<br>           Down Bargainweg, Lower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So snug he was in his hotel premises sumptuous<br>But soon we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumpery<br>And 'tis short till sheriff Clancy'll be winding up his unlimited<br>   company<br>With the bailiff's bom at the door,<br>  (Chorus) Bimbam at the door.<br>           Then he'll bum no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet bad luck on the waves washed to our island<br>The hooker of that hammerfast viking<br>And Gall's curse on the day when Eblana bay<br>Saw his black and tan man-o'-war.<br>  (Chorus) Saw his man-o'-war<br>           On the harbour bar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where from? roars Poolbeg. Cookingha'pence, he bawls<br>   Donnez-moi scampitle, wick an wipin'fampiny<br>Fingal Mac Oscar Onesine Bargearse Boniface<br>Thok's min gammelhole Norveegickers moniker<br>Og as ay are at gammelhore Norveegickers cod.<br>  (Chorus) A Norwegian camel old cod.<br>           He is, begod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lift it, Hosty, lift it, ye devil, ye! up with the rann,<br>   the rhyming rann!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was during some fresh water garden pumping<br>Or, according to the Nursing Mirror, while admiring the monkeys<br>That our heavyweight heathen Humpharey<br>Made bold a maid to woo<br>  (Chorus) Woohoo, what'll she doo!<br>           The general lost her maidenloo!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher,<br>For to go and shove himself that way on top of her.<br>Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue<br>Of our antediluvial zoo,<br>  (Chorus) Messrs Billing and Coo.<br>           Noah's larks, good as noo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was joulting by Wellinton's monument<br>Our rotorious hippopopotamuns<br>When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus<br>And he caught his death of fusiliers,<br>  (Chorus) With his rent in his rears.<br>           Give him six years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children<br>But look out for his missus legitimate!<br>When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker<br>Won't there be earwigs on the green?<br>  (Chorus) Big earwigs on the green,<br>           The largest ever you seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   Suffoclose! Shikespower! Seudodanto! Anonymoses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we'll have a free trade Gael's band and mass meeting<br>For to sod him the brave son of Scandiknavery.<br>And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown<br>Along with the devil and the Danes,<br>  (Chorus) With the deaf and dumb Danes,<br>           And all their remains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And not all the king's men nor his horses<br>Will resurrect his corpus<br>For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell<br>  (bis) That's able to raise a Cain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Joyce">James Joyce</a><div class=q>
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