Стихотворения

Джойс Джеймс

(Repeat) Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt [on ye, Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns! Balbaccio, balbuccio! We had chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken — [pox and china chambers Universally provided by this soffsoaping salesman. Small wonder He'll Cheat E'erawan our local lads nicknamed him When Chimpden first took the floor (Chorus) With his bucketshop store Down Bargainweg, Lower. So snug he was in his hotel premises sumptuous But soon we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumpery And' tis short till sheriff Clancy'll be winding up his unlimited [company With the bailiff's bom at the door, (Chorus) Bimbam at the door. Then he'll bum no more. Sweet bad luck on the waves washed to our island The hooker of that hammerfast viking And Gall's curse on the day when Eblana bay Saw his black and tan man-o'-war. (Chorus) Saw his man-o'-war. On the harbour bar. Where from? roars Poolbeg. Cookingha'pence, he bawls Donnez [moi scampitle, wick an wipin'fampiny Fingal Mac Oscar Onesine Bargearse Boniface Thok's min gammelhole Norveegickers moniker Og as ay are at gammelhore Norveegickers cod. (Chorus) A Norwegian camel old cod. He is, begod. Lift it, Hosty, lift it, ye devil ye! up with the rann, the rhyming [rann! It was during some fresh water garden pumping Or, according to the Nursing Mirror, while admiring the mon — [keys That our heavyweight heathen Humpharey Made bold a maid to woo (Chorus) Woohoo, what'll she doo! The general lost her maidenloo! He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher For to go and shove himself that way on top of her Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue Of our antediluvial zoo, (Chorus) Messrs. Billing and Coo. Noah's larks, good as noo. He was joulting by Wellinton's monument Our rotorious hippopopotamuns When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus And lie caught his death of fusiliers, (Chorus) With his rent in his rears. Give him six years. Tie sore pity for his innocent poor children But look out for his missus legitimate! When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker Won't there be earwigs on the green? (Chorus) Big earwigs on the green, The largest ever you seen. Suffoclose! Shikespower! Seudodanto! Anonymoses! Then we'll have a free trade Gaels' band and mass meeting For to sod the brave son of Scandiknavery. And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown Along with the devil and Danes, (Chorus) With the deaf and dumb Danes, And all their remains. And not all the king's men nor his horses Will resurrect his corpus For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell (bis)That's able to raise a Cain.

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(Злословие Хости по поводу

грехопадения Хамфри Ирвикера)