James Joyce:
the more carrots you chop, the more turnips you slit, the more murphies you peel, the more onions you cry over, the more bullbeef you butch, the more mutton you crackerhack, the more potherbs you pound, the fiercer the fire and the longer your spoon and the harder you gruel with more grease to your elbow the merrier fumes your new Irish stew.A merry Saint Patrick’s Day to all.
Finnegans Wake (1939)
[Leddy is an Irish name.]
comments: 4
What are murphies?
Merry St. Paddy's to you, too.
Martha McLemore, aka The Crow
Potatoes, I guessed. But the OED confirms it.
Thank you.
I subscribe to, among others, the Poetry Foundation's Poem of the Day service. Today's was "St. Patrick's Day," by Jean Blewett.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/240288?
The meter, pacing, and selective alliteration literally gave me the physical impression of stirring (which left me quite stirred!)
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