Finnegans Wake Notes

383.01     — Three quarks for Muster Mark!

383.02     Sure he hasn't got much of a bark

383.03     And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.

383.04     But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark

383.05     To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark

383.06     And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmer-

383.07     stown Park?

383.08     Hohohoho, moulty Mark!

383.09     You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark

383.10     And you think you're cock of the wark.

383.11     Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark

383.12     That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her

383.13     Without ever winking the tail of a feather

383.14     And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!

383.15     Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans.

383.16 The winging ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel

383.17 and capercallzie. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold

383.18 when they smacked the big kuss of Trustan with Usolde.

383.19     And there they were too, when it was dark, whilest the wild-

383.20 caps was circling, as slow their ship, the winds aslight, upborne

383.21 the fates, the wardorse moved, by courtesy of Mr Deaubaleau

383.22 Downbellow Kaempersally, listening in, as hard as they could, in

383.23 Dubbeldorp, the donker, by the tourneyold of the wattarfalls,

383.24 with their vuoxens and they kemin in so hattajocky (only a