2. Does your mutter know your mike?
    Answer When I turn me optics
    From such urban prospects
    Tis my filial bosom's
        Doth Behold with pride
    That pontificator
    And circumvallator with his dam so garrulous
        [All by his side.]
    Annealive, the lisp of her
    Would make mountains whisper her
    And the bergs of Iceland
        Melt in waves of fire
    And her spoon [me] spondees and her
meet me yonders
dickle me- drickle-me-yondees
    Make [the rageous] Ossean
kneel to her kneel
        And quaff a lyre.
     If she's he's Dan's Dann's plain plane she's Ann's purty, if she's If she's he's fain fane she's flirty, if she's if he's dane she's dirty With with her hair in her auburn streams and her cool coy cajolery cajoleries and her darkish darkeyed dabblin drollery drolleries, for to rouse his rudderup or to drench his dreams. If great wise hot Hammurabi and cold cowld Ecclesiastes Clesiastes could but hear but catch espy her prattlings prankguips pranklettes, faith, they'd rise amain they'd break bounds again, to and renounce their ruings, and denounce their doings foriver and for river and and river, and a night. Amen!


David Hayman - Joyce, James / A first-draft version of Finnegans wake (1963)