And by this and by that,
For the matter of that,
You’re more distant by far than that same!
Och hone! wirrasthrue!
I’m alone in this world without you.
Och hone! but why should I spake
Of your forehead and eyes,
When your nose it defies
Paddy Blake, the schoolmaster, to put it in rhyme?
Tho’ there’s one Burke, he says, that would call it snublime.