Turn your coat, strong character, and tarry amongus down the vale, yougander, only once more! And may the mosseof prosperousness gather you rolling home! May foggy dews be-diamondise your hooprings! May the fireplug of filiality reinsureyour bunghole! May the barleywind behind glow luck to yourbathershins! ‘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 VotreDame, when the natural morning of your nocturne blankmergesinto the national morning of golden sunup and Don Leary getshis own back from old grog Georges Quartos as that goodship theJonnyjoys takes the wind from waterloogged Erin’s king,

que todo te vaya bien.