âFor old Mary Ann
She doesnât care a damn,
But, hising up her petticoatsâ ââ âŚ
âFor old Mary Ann She doesnât care a damn, But, hising up her petticoatsâ ââ âŚ
He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.
The doorway was darkened by an entering form.
âThe milk, sir.
âCome in, maâam, Mulligan said, Kinch, get the jug.
An old woman came forward and stood by Stephenâs elbow.