Edward Quinn, James Joyce's Dublin wiith Selected Writings from Joyce's Works, INice, 1974),
Page 117
"Turn your coat,
strong character, and tarry among us down the vale, yougander, only once more!
And may the mosse of prsperousness gather you rolling home! May foggy dews
bediamondise your hooprings! May the fireplug of filiality reinsure your
bunghole! May the barleywind behind glow luck to your bathershins! ‘Tis well we
know you were loth to leave us, winding your hobbledehorn, right royal post,
but, aruah sure, pulse of our slumber, dreambookpage, by the grace of Votre
Dame, when the natural morning of your nocturne blankmerges into the national
morning of golden sunup and Don Leary gets his own back from old grog Georges
Quartos as that goodship the Jonnyjoys takes the wind from waterlogged Erin’s
king, you will shiff across the Moylendsea and round up in your own escapology
some canonisator’s day or other, sack on back, alack! Digging snow, (not so?)
like the good man you are, with your picture pockets turned knockside out in
the rake of the rain for fresh remittances and from that till this in any case,
timus tenant, may the tussocks grow quickly under your trampthickets and the
daisies trip lightly over your battercops."