By the cross of Cong,º says she,º rising up Saturday in the twilight from under me,º Mick,º Nick,º or whatever the Maggotº your name is,º you're the mostº likable lad that's come my ways yet from the barony of Bohermore.º
Its pith is full. The way is free. Their lot is cast.
So, to john for a john, johnajeams, led it be!