stop o d mournin to ye
faite, failte! cead mile failte ...
dat does of course mean 'one hundred thousand welcomes' to ye all
which may indeed b just a little over d top but ye know what i mean dare
anyhow, oi b Fearghal Seamas O'Fionnagain
but ye can all call me Fergal
or gobshite if ye wish!
anyhow, wittout anyfurder ado oi'd loike to leave ye all to ponder d mystifying words of dat great Dublin bard by d name of James Joyce - deez words r from d foinal paragraph of his novel which is named after me namesake:
"Coming, far. End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftthee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the "
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dat's roight - dare ain't no fullstop oider!