"Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver. Mean bloody scut. Stand us a drink itself." (U12.1759)
This engraving (1886) shows Ulysses pouring out wine into the Giant's Bowl.
"Devil a sweet fear! There's a jew for you! All for number one. Cute as a shithouse rat. Hundred to five.
- Don't tell anyone, says the citizen.
- Beg your pardon, says he.
- Come on boys, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. Come along now.
- Don't tell anyone, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him. It's a secret." (U12.1760)
"And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.
- Bye bye all, says Martin." (U12.1766)
"And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car.
- Off with you, says Martin to the jarvey." (U12.1768)
"and he cursing the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him." (U12.1785)
"a loafer with a patch over his eye starts singing If the man in the moon was a jew, and a slut shouts out of her:
- Eh, mister! Your fly is open, mister!
And says he:" (U12.1800)
"- Mendelssohn was a jew" (U12.1804)
"the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakóczsy's March." (U12.1827)
'Come Back to Erin' is a song with Lyrics & Music by Claribel. Claribel was the penname of Charlotte Alington [Mrs. Charles Barnard] (1830 - 1869). She wrote it in 1866. John McCormack made a famous recording of it in 1904.
"Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain," (U12.1829)
"Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs," (U12.1830)
"the Connemara hills, the reeks of M'Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom." (U12.1832)
"Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers" (U12.1833)
"as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges," (U12.1838)
"the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute as were also those of the electrical power station at the Pigeonhouse and the Poolbeg Light. Visszontlátásra, kedvés barátom! Visszontlátásra!" (U12.1839)
"Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre:" (U12.1842)
"Gone but not forgotten." (U12.1842)