Ulysses (1922) — Chapter 17

Poets oft have sung in rhymeOf music sweet their praise divine.Let them hymn it nine times nine.Dearer far than song or wine.You are mine. The world is mine.

Kolod balejwaw pnimahNefesch, jehudi, homijah.

Little Harry Hughes and his schoolfellows allWent out for to play ball.And the very first ball little Harry Hughes playedHe drove it ow'er the je's garden wall.And the very second ball little Harry Hughes playedHe broke the jew's windows all.

Then out came the jew's daughterAnd she all dressed in green.« Come back, come back, you pretty little boy,And play your ball again. »

« I can't come back and I won't come backWithout my schoolfellows all.For if my master he did hearHe'd make it a sorry ball. »

She took him by the lilywhite handAnd led him along the hallUntil she led him to a roomWhere none could hear him call.

She took a penknife out of her pocketAnd cut off his little headAnd now he'll play his ball no moreFor he lies among the dead.

Liliata rutilantium. Turma circumdet.

Jubilantium te virginum. Chorus excipiat.

Heigho, heigho,Heigho, heigho.