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But
some
bloody
savage
To
graize
his
white
cabbage
He
murdered
Nell
Flaherty
’
s
duckloving
drake
.
(
A
multitude
of
midges
swarms
white
over
his
robe
.
He
scratches
himself
with
crossed
arms
at
his
ribs
,
grimacing
,
and
exclaims
:
)
I
’
m
suffering
the
agony
of
the
damned
.
By
the
hoky
fiddle
,
thanks
be
to
Jesus
those
funny
little
chaps
are
not
unanimous
.
If
they
were
they
’
d
walk
me
off
the
face
of
the
bloody
globe
.
(
His
head
aslant
he
blesses
curtly
with
fore
and
middle
fingers
,
imparts
the
Easter
kiss
and
doubleshuffles
off
comically
,
swaying
his
hat
from
side
to
side
,
shrinking
quickly
to
the
size
of
his
trainbearers
.
The
dwarf
acolytes
,
giggling
,
peeping
,
nudging
,
ogling
,
Easterkissing
,
zigzag
behind
him
.
His
voice
is
heard
mellow
from
afar
,
merciful
male
,
melodious
:
)
Shall
carry
my
heart
to
thee
,
Shall
carry
my
heart
to
thee
,
And
the
breath
of
the
balmy
night
