2nd draft, October 1923, II.4§2 draft level 1
MS British Library 47481 13-14, 7-10 Draft details
And there they were too listening in as hard as they could to the solans and sycamores and |1the migratories and1| mistle thrushes and all the birds of the sea, all four of them, listening. They were the big four, the four master waves of Erin, all
listening., four. There was old Matt Gregory and then besides old Matt there was old Marcus Lyons, the four waves, and oftentimes they used to be saying grace together right enough: here now we are the four of us: old Matt Gregory and old Marcus and old Luke Tarpey: the four of us and sure thank God there are no more of us: and sure now
you wouldn't go and leave out |1the other fellow and1| old Johnny MacDougall: the four of us and no more of us and so now pass the fish for Christ sake, Amen: the way they used to be saying their grace
before fish for auld lang syne. And so there they were spraining their ears listening and listening to the oceans of kissening with their eyes glistening all the four when he was kiddling and cuddling his colleen bawn |1that was |avery
wronga| most improper1| and cuddling her and kissing her with his poghue like Arrah-na-poghue the dear dear annual they all four remembored |1who made the world
and1| how they used to be |1at that time1| cuddling and kiddling her
|1from1| under her mistlethrush and kissing and listening in the good old bygone days of Dion Boucicault |1the
elder1| in Arrah-na-poghue |1in one of the farback centuriesº1| |1when who made the
world1| where they knew |1O'Clery1| the man on the door when they were all four collegians
|1on the nod1| |1with their slates and satchels1| in the queen's colleges
|1with another fellow1|. Ah ho! It brought
the dear scenes all back again as fresh as of yore Matt and Marcus and |1after that1| now there he was and his Arrah-na-poghue before the four of them |1so shocking and scandalous1| and now thank God there were no more of them and he |1poguing and poguing poghuing and poghuing1| and there they were listening |1as tired as they were, |athe three jolly topers,a|1| with their mouths watering |1along with the other fellow1| so pass the |1pogue poghue1| for Christ' sake, Amen. Listening and |1poghuing and1| watering all the four|1, the old men of the sea,1| Luke and Johnny MacDougall and all wishening for anything at all of the bygone times for a cup of kindness yet for four farback tumblerfuls of woman squash with them all four listening and spraining their ears and all their mouths making water.
|1Johnny.1| Ah well sure that's the way up and |1|athen it so
happeneda|1| there was poor Matt Gregory up and up the others and now really and truly they were four dear old heladies and really they looked so nice and respectable with their grey half a tall hat and tailormade frock coat and
|1then after that1| they had their fathomglasses to find out all the fathoms and their half a tall hat just now like the marquess of
|1powerscourt Powerscourt1| only forº the saltwater or the auctioneer there in front of the place near
|1Clery's1| that |1ancient Dame1| street where the statue of Mrs
|1Dannie Dana1| O'Connell behind the Trinity college that arranges all the auctions of the valuable colleges,
|1Smith Battersby Sisters,1| like the auctioneer
|1Smith |aNorth Battersby Sistersa|1| that sells all the fine statues and powerscourts James H |1North Tickell1| J.P. the jaypee in Hoggin Green going to the horsehow horseshow with |1another fellow and everyone getting out of her way1| all the horses over from England and American visitors |1(so they say)1| all over in his grey half a tall hat and |1how (how1| do you do|1, jaypee)1| and his fathomglasses to find out all the |1improper1| colleges and |1how (how1| do you do, Mr James, |1get out of my way)1| and all the horsepowers. |1And But1| now that reminds me of |1the1| poor Marcus |1of1| Lyons and poor Johnny and the four of us and there they were now listening right enough the four saltwater widowers and all they could remembore long long ago |1in |athea| olden times1| and Lally when my heart knew no care, |1& after that1| the landing of sir James Casement in 1132 and the |1coronation christening1| of King Brian |1by according to1| his grace the bishop in his |1half a1| shovel hat, |1sir alderman1| J.P. Bishop senior and then there was the drowning of Pharoah |1& his pedestrians1| and |1at that time1| they were all drowned in the sea, the red sea, and then poor Martin Cunningham out of the castle when he was drowned off Dunleary in the red sea |1and a lovely mourning paper1| and thank God there were no more of him. |1And that was how it was.1| Ay, ay. |1And1| So he was.
|1Marcus.1| And |1then after
that1| there was the Flemish armada all scattered and all drowned |1|athere and thena| on a lovely
|amourning morninga| at eleven thirtytwo1| off the coast of Cunningham and saint Patrick
|1the pedestrian1| and Kevin & |1and Powerscourt and Dana,1|
our first marents and Lapoleon |1the equestrian1| and all they remembored and then there was the French fleet in 1132 landing under general Boche in his half a greyº hat and |1after that1| there he was |1so terrestrial1| cuddling and poguing her under the sycamores in Arrah-na-pogue|1, the sylvestrious,1| near the queen's colleges in |1Alice's |a1132a| Bridie's1| street behind the century man on the door. And then they used to give the grandest |1known1| lectures |1(Matt speaking)1| |1by according to the1| pictures postcard in Roman history |1(Marcus Lyons speaking)1| to the collegians green and all the old senate |1sleeping away1| in the four trinity colleges of Ulcer, Moonster, Leanstare and Cannought, the four |1grand1| colleges of Killorcure and Killthemall and Killeachother and Kilkelly-on-the-Flure. Those were the four grandest history colleges |1(Lucas |aspeaking) calling, hold the line)a|1| in the Jane Andersdaughter university for auld acquaintance sake |1(this lady lived to a great age at no. 1132 Fitzmary square and was widely liked)1| for all the Roman history of the spirit of nature as divinely developed in timeº the past and present |1(Johnny MacDougall speaking, give me trunks, miss.)1| and present and absent and past and present and future arma virumq romano. Ah dearo dearo how it all came back to them to hear him there kissing her and cuddling her in |1the his1| Roman arms by Cornelius nepos Nepos. Nepos. MNepos. Mnepos. Anumque. Umque.
Queh? Ah dearo dearo dear it was so sorry for the four of us and Lally |1when he lost his half a hat1| and Lapole and Tim Tom
Tarpey|1, the Welshman,1| and the four widowers. And that reminds me |1now1| of the four
|1welsh1| waves in their
half a Roman hat in Chichester college auction and thank God they were all summarily divorced |1four years before |aas was |bplainlyb| foretold in their old |bsong pilgrim songb|a|1| |1so they say1| by their dear poor shehusbands in dear bygone days and never brought to mind |1to see no more the rainwater on the floor1| but still they parted |1raining water laughing1| on the best of terms and be forgot. And so they parted. Ay, ay. S Ah well, sure that's the way. |1Woman. Squash. Part.1| Ay, ay. By decree absolute.
|1Lucas.1| And well they could remembore |1at that time1|
Mrs Justice Squelchman in her fullbottom wig and beard in 1132 at the Married Male Auctioneers' court in |1Arrahnapogue Arrahnacuddle1|. Poor Johnny |1MacDougal of the clan of the Dougals, the poor Scotman Scotsman,1| |1so frightened on account of her fullbottom1| and the four masters because he was so slow |1at counting her manbuttons instead of1| backscratching |1proper1| all divorced |1by according to1| their dear faithful and poor Marcus Powerscourt all persecuted by everybodyº by decree absolute all because he made wind and water and because he forgot to remembore to sign an old |1morning1| paper a request in writing to herself on stamped parchment before saying his grace before fish and then there was poor Dion Boucicault all drowned tooº before the world and her husband because |1he it was most improper when he1| attempted to — well, he was a bit bad in his health, he said, with the shingles falling off him — because he — ah, well now,º we won't be too hard on him as an old presbyterian |1Manxman1| and |1then after that1| he went to confession |1on his two |abarea| knees1| to Mother Evangelist Sweeney and now tell the truth there were faults on both sides — well he attempted — ah, sure, he was only funning |1|awith his andrewmartins &a| with his old age coming on1| — attempted |1(so they say)1| some hunnish familiarities after eating a bad crab in the red sea and sure he was deadseasickabed, |1the her1| poor old |1fellow divorced male1|, in the hospice for the dying and trying to hold the nurse's hand |1|aah, the poor old coax,a| and count the buttons and her hand and frown on a bad crab1|. Ah dearo dearo dear! And where do you leave Matt? They were all so sorry for poor Matt in his |1saltwater salwater1| hat |1that |ahe shea| grew all out of1| too big for him |1of Mnepos1| and his overalls all falling over |1him her1| in folds — sure he hadn't the energy to pull them up — poor Matt |1the old matriarch, and a queenly man,1| sitting there |1on his tombstone1| with |1his her1| face to the wall in sight of the poorhouse |1|ain the middle of the amid the |brattling rattleb| ofa| hailstones with |ahis hera| ivyclad hat of Mnepos |agripping an old pair of curling tongs belonging to Mrs Dana O'Connella|1| with his can of tea and two bits of |1Shackleton's1| brown loaf and dilisk waiting for the end to come — God of heaven, when you think of it! Ah ho! All divorced by act of |1parliament parlament1| by woman squelch and all on account of the smell of |1brown loaf Shackleton's1| and |1his Scratchman1| |1& his1| mouth watering and so now pass the |1loaf |abrown loafa|1| for Christ' sake. Amen. And so. And all.
Matt. And loaf. Ah, God be good to us. Poor |1Andrew1| Martin Cunningham. Ay, ay.
And still and all |1at that time1| they were always up thinking of the auld man syneº up their four masters that were four up
|1beautiful beauful1| sisters |1now happily married1| and there they were always
counting |1every night1| the lovely periwinkle buttons |1in according
to1| the lapper part of their |1dresses dress1|
up one up two up one up four and there she was, the deary, the |1beautiful beauful1| four sisters and that was her |1modern1| name right enough and they used to be getting up at the kookaburra bell |1so frightened |aand putting on their half a hata|1| at all hours every |1night nigh1| on their mistletoes, the four old oldsters, when nobody wouldn't even let them |1sleep rest1|, changing |1their wet beds the one wet bed they used to sleep under1| and falling over all the opticals, |1slooping around in |aa batha| slippers and |asee the go away and see the doctor anda|1| |1looking everywhere look everwhere1| for the jool |1to set fire to all the1| the rancers |1to collect all and bits of brown1| the rathure's evelopmen in spirits of time in all the |1fathoms fathom1| of space and |1then after that1| they had their night tentacles and there they used to beº hanging aroundº the waists of the ships, the |1clipperbuilts clipperbuils |aand the fourmastersa|1| and Lally and Roe |1& another fellow |aand he telling him that one about the goose and the golden egga|1| and Johnny MacGory, dear Mister John, and all the other |1annalists analsts1|, the steamships and the women-o'-war and playing ladies' foursome and their bottlegreen eyes and peering in|1, so they say,1| through the steamy windows into the honeymoon cabins on board the big steamadories |1made by fumamory1| and the saloon ladies' |1modern1| toilet chambers lined |1with from1| prawn silk and |1rubbing rubbi1| off the salty |1cataract catarac1| off the windows listening to see all the hunnishmooners and the |1toilet1| ladies |1most improper in lovely mourning toilet1| |1in with1| all their |1familiarities familarities1| saying their grace before steamadory so pass the pogue for grace sake Amen. And all trembling |1so frightened1| and |1shaking shakin1|. |1Aching.1| Ay, ay.
And |1after that1| they used to be counting all their |1peributtons perributts1| up one up four to |1remembore membore1| her |1beautiful beaufu modern1| maiden name |1in by1| the dream. |1And From1| Greg and Doug |1and on1| poor Greg |1and Mat and Mar and Lu and Jo, |anow happily buried,a|1| |1the our1| four sisters. And there she was now right enough, that lovely sight |1enough1|, the |1maiden maid1| lady bawn asthore, as |1in on1| days of yore of planxty Gregory. |1Egory.1|
Ay, ay. |1And |aWith Buta|1| sure |1that tha1| reminds me now like another story how they used to be |1at that time1| up always |1at over1| their singing |1|aat the top of their voicea| of Mamalujo1| round up the wet fire |1register regiser1| |1in Old Man's House1| with their cold knees and their poor up feet asleep and all dolled up |1in for1| their blankets and |1maternity materny1| mufflers and plimsoles and their bowl of brown bread and milky and clots |1for a cup of kindest yet1| |1and with1| |1holding hands hold take hans1| and |1nurse and only to touch and eat a lovely munkybown and1| waiting and |1pinching pinch1| |1and prompt1| poor Mucus Lyons to pass the teeth for |1choke shake chok sake1| Armensch when |1it happened1| they were all |1sickamore sicamore1| |1with since1| the phlegmish |1whooping hoopig1| cough |1and for1| all a possabed after eating a bad cramp and |1Johnny Jonny1| MacGories and |1backscratching baksrathing1| |1their poor bedsores1| and their farthing dip and |1reading read1| a letter or two |1every night1|, a |1capital letter capita lett1| |1out of on1| their old book of old year's eve 1132, their Senchus Mor, final buff lunch edition and Lally |1through throu1| their gangrene spentacles |1& all the good they did in their time1| |1and for1| Roe and O'Driscoll |1and a1| Riscoll |1and on1| all |1and or1| Lap |1and a1| Morion and Buffler |1on Matty MacGregory1| |1and for1| |1Marcus by1| Daddy De Wyer, old bag of broth and |1singing sing1| |1a mamalujo1|. And |1so now they started now start1| |1singing their steamadorion sing a |alovesteamadorion lovasteamadoriona|1| |1in her little blue and rolling |aher aa| hoop and how she ran1| |1and an1| old Luke |1and a1| Senchus Mor |1& another more1| for auld luke syne and she haihaihail her |1kobber coiner kobbor koynor1| sehehet on the praze savohohole Shanghai.