FINNEGANS WAKE

Editions

Comparison of 1939 and 2010 texts II.4§3

Emendations by Danis Rose and John O'Hanlon

Key:  (f391939 text 2010 textf10)

(f39f10) Hear, O hear, (f39Iseult la belle Iseult la belleºf10)! Tristan, sad hero, hear!

(f39f10) The Lambeg drum, the Lombog reed, the Lumbag fiferer, the (f39Limibig Limbigºf10) brazenaze(f39.!ºf10)

(f39ºf10) Anno Domini nostri sancti Jesu Christi

(f39f10) Nine hundred and ninetynine million pound sterling in the blueblack bowels of the bank of Ulster.

(f39f10) Braw bawbees and good gold pounds(f39,ºf10) galore, my girleen, a Sunday'll prank thee finely(f39.ºf10)
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(f39f10) And no damn (f39loutll lout'llºf10) come courting thee or by the mother of the Holy Ghost there'll be murder!

(f39f10) (f39O, O,ºf10) come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer Brinabride queen from Sybil surfriding

(f39f10) In her curragh of shells of daughter of pearl and her (f39silverymonnblue silverymoonblueºf10) mantle round her.

(f39f10) (f39Crown of the waters, Crown of the waters,ºf10) (f39brine on her brow, brine on her brow,ºf10) she'll dance them a jig and jilt them fairly.

(f39f10) Yerra(f39,,ºf10) why would she bide with (f39Sig Sirf10) Sloomysides or the grogram grey barnacle gander?

(f39f10) (f39You won't need be lonesome, You won't need be lonesome,ºf10) (f39Lizzy my love, Lizzy my love,ºf10) when your beau gets his glut of cold meat and (f39hos hotºf10) soldiering

(f39f10) (f39Nor wake in winter, Nor wake in winter,ºf10) (f39window widowºf10) (f39machree, machree,ºf10) but snore (f39sung snugºf10) in my old Balbriggan surtout.
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(f39f10) (f39Wisha, Wisha,ºf10) won't you agree now to take me (f39from the middle, say, from the middle, say,ºf10) of next (f39week on, week on,ºf10) (f39for the balance of my days, for the balance of my days,ºf10) for nothing (what?) as your own nursetender?

(f39f10) A power of highsteppers died game right enough — but (f39who, acushla, 'll who, acushla, 'llºf10) beg coppers for you?

(f39f10) I tossed that one long before anyone.

(f39f10) It was of a wet good Friday too she was ironing (f39and, and,ºf10) as I'm given now to understand(f39,,ºf10) she was always mad gone on me.

(f39f10) Grand goosegreasing we had entirely with an allnight eiderdown bed picnic to follow.

(f39f10) By the cross of Cong(f39,,ºf10) (f39says she, says she,ºf10) rising up Saturday in the twilight from under me(f39,,ºf10) Mick(f39,,ºf10) (f39Nick the Maggot Nick,ºf10) or whatever (f39the Maggotºf10) your name is, you're the (f39mose mostºf10) likable lad that's come my ways yet from the barony of Bohermore.

(f39ºf10) Mattheehew, Markeehew, Lukeehew, Johnheehewheehew!

(f39f10) Haw!

(f39f10) And still a light moves long the river. And stiller the mermen ply their keg.

(f39f10) Its pith is full. The way is free. Their lot is cast.

(f39f10) So, to john for a john, johnajeams, led it be!