―That’s much prettier than any of your other come-all-yous .

―Do you think so? asked Mr. Dedalus.

―I like it, said Stephen.

―It’s a pretty old air, said Mr. Dedalus, twirling the points of his moustache. Ah, but you should have heard Mick Lacy sing it! Poor Mick Lacy! He had little turns for it, grace notes that he used to put in that I haven’t got. That was the boy who could sing a come-all-you , if you like.