Chapter VI: Preface (4)

I must now cease to comment upon this fascinating character, and proceed, without further delay, to the celebration of the amour of his descendant. Looney MacTwolter is well known to you, as you have frequently heard the identical ballad from the lips of Frederick Golightly. I shall therefore give you my promised translation of it, without note or preface. Give it a classical name--“an Eclogue,” or “an Idyll,” or “an Elegy,” or what you will.

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Oh, whack! Cupid’s a mannikin,
Smack on my heart he hit me a polter;
Good lack, Judy O’Flannikin!
Dearly she loves nate Looney MacTwolter.
Judy’s my darling, my kisses she suffers;
She’s an heiress, that’s clear,
For her father sells beer;
He keeps the sign of the Cow and the Snuffers;
She’s so smart,
From my heart
I cannot bolt her.
Oh, whack, Judy O’Flannikin!
She is the girl for Looney MacTwolter.