Forced into defiant exile, by the bigotry and oppressive backwardness his own nation, Joyce did indeed trek to the high cultural centres of Europe but his early friends there were often enough socialists in exile from Chorus Chorus Chorus Chorus Chorus blistering satire of Irish provincialism and in its Leopold Bloom, celebration of those who refuse sucn limits. Hin. negans Wake, which the Daily Express of the time describes as worse than a journey through the 'alien territory of Soviet Russia', respects linguistic So he settled down in Trieste town and produced a mighty tome It's all about two geezers one a Jew and one ex-Rome And a buxom lass called Molly who's quite a little duck But the High Court didn't like the way she kept on saying...
Well one day there came his way, a catchy tune from Dublin town About a man call Finnegan who's dead but won't lie down Now Jimmy said to Nora 'well the air is pretty rough But it would make a dandy piece of writing sure enough' So he took ten tons of paper and twenty parts of ink And he took the Oxford dictionary and flushed it down the sink And he wrote the quarest book Sirs that you will ever find Two sentences are quite enough to make you blow your mind.
Well it's mostly 'bout this woman called Anna Blourabelle But it might be about Mao Ze dong for all that I can tell It's the book of books, the myth of myths, it's really rather fur It's the English language rolled into one great stupendous pun Well now since Jim went to heaven his fates been sad indeed He's the finest Irish genius that nobody can read But he took old Ireland by the scruff and put her on the ma And there's few of your Sinn Feiners that can say better boys than tha