Stand and deliver, says he.
That’s all right, citizen, says Joe. Friends here.
Pass, friends, says he.
Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:
What’s your opinion of the times?
Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. But, begob, Joe was equal to the occasion.
I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his fork.
So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:
Foreign wars is the cause of it.
And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:
It’s the Russians wish to tyrannise.