Life on the Raw
Rattle my bones, over the stones
What softens the heart of man?
Life on the raw, all are washed
In the blood of the lamb
In storms dire tried like another Ulysses
Lying like death in sleep
The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock
Tears such as angels weep
Oh Rocks! What softens the heart of man?
Life on the raw, all are washed
In the blood of the lamb
White thy fambles, red thy gan
And thy quarrons dainty is
Couch a hogs head, with me then
In the darkmans clip and kiss
Virgins go mad in the end I suppose
Once you are dead, you’re dead
One must go first, alone underground
And lie no more in her warm bed
Oh Rocks! What softens the heart of man?
Life on the raw, all are washed
In the blood of the lamb
by James Joyce, from Ulysses