by James Joyce (1882 - 1941)

Let us fling to the winds all moping and...
Language: English 
Let us fling to the winds all moping and madness,
Play us a jig in the spirit of gladness
On the creaky old squeaky strings of the fiddle.

The why of the world is an answerless riddle
Puzzlesome, tiresome, hard to unriddle.
To the seventeen devils with sapient sadness:
   Tra la, tra la.

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This text was added to the website: 2012-05-23
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