Finnegans Wake Notes

047.01 He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher,

047.02 For to go and shove himself that way on top of her.

047.03 Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue

047.04 Of our antediluvial zoo,

047.05 (Chorus) Messrs. Billing and Coo.

047.06 Noah's larks, good as noo.

047.07

047.08 He was joulting by Wellinton's monument

047.09 Our rotorious hippopopotamuns

047.10 When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus

047.11 And he caught his death of fusiliers,

047.12 (Chorus) With his rent in his rears.

047.13 Give him six years.

047.14

047.15 Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children

047.16 But look out for his missus legitimate!

047.17 When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker

047.18 Won't there be earwigs on the green?

047.19 (Chorus) Big earwigs on the green,

047.20 The largest ever you seen.

047.21

047.22 Suffoclose! Shikespower! Seudodanto! Anonymoses!

047.23 Then we'll have a free trade Gaels' band and mass meeting

047.24 For to sod the brave son of Scandiknavery.

047.25 And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown

047.26 Along with the devil and Danes,

047.27 (Chorus) With the deaf and dumb Danes,

047.28 And all their remains.

047.29

047.30 And not all the king's men nor his horses

047.31 Will resurrect his corpus

047.32 For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell

047.33 (bis) That's able to raise a Cain.