If 'twas only runnin' Melwood, be gorry, Chickie, you'd see a mermaid named Jimmy Malone sittin' on the Kingfisher Stump, combin' its auburn hair with a breeze, and scoopin' whiskey down its gullet with its tail fin.

No, hold on, Chickie, you wouldn't either.

I'm too flat-chisted for a mermaid, and I'd have no time to lave off gurglin' for the hair-combin' act, which, Chickie, to me notion is as issential to a mermaid as the curves.

I'd be a sucker, the biggest sucker in the Gar-hole, Chickie bird.

I'd be an all-day sucker, be gobs; yis, and an all-night sucker, too.