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Jiggedy
jingle
jaunty
jaunty
.
Only
the
harp
.
Lovely
.
Gold
glowering
light
.
Girl
touched
it
.
Poop
of
a
lovely
.
Gravy
’
s
rather
good
fit
for
a
.
Golden
ship
.
Erin
.
The
harp
that
once
or
twice
.
Cool
hands
.
Ben
Howth
,
the
rhododendrons
.
We
are
their
harps
.
I
.
He
.
Old
.
Young
.
—
Ah
,
I
couldn
’
t
,
man
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
,
shy
,
listless
.
Strongly
.
—
Go
on
,
blast
you
!
Ben
Dollard
growled
.
Get
it
out
in
bits
.
—
M
’
appari
,
Simon
,
Father
Cowley
said
.
Down
stage
he
strode
some
paces
,
grave
,
tall
in
affliction
,
his
long
arms
outheld
.
Hoarsely
the
apple
of
his
throat
hoarsed
softly
.
Softly
he
sang
to
a
dusty
seascape
there
:
A
Last
Farewell
.
A
headland
,
a
ship
,
a
sail
upon
the
billows
.
Farewell
.
A
lovely
girl
,
her
veil
awave
upon
the
wind
upon
the
headland
,
wind
around
her
.
Cowley
sang
:
—
M
’
appari
tutt
’
amor
:
