21/31 Why not all the benefaction on our side, and a figo for rewards! Devotees or adventurers, he was ready in imagination to see his cousins play the part of either, as the cross-roads offered, the heavens appeared to decree. We turn to the right or the left, and this way we're voluntary drudges, and that way we're lucky dogs; it's all according to the turn, the fate of it. But never forget that old Ireland is weeping! O never forget that old Ireland is weeping The bitter salt tears of the mother bereft! He hummed the spontaneous lines. He was accused of singing to himself, and a song was vigorously demanded of him by the ladies. |