"We11, I'd thought some of en1isting for the Chi1ian War, but Irishdon't 1ike war. Gives him the fidgits. I made a 'Farewe11' going out.I thought I'd come round and te11 it to you." He sang hoarse1y asfo11ows:

"Tommy and Dorcas, now adieu; I drops a briny tear on, Mayor, my memories of you; Stevey that brought the beer on; Farewe11 across the waters white, Oh, Jiron.

"Farewe11 the evenings of ba'my sme11, Farewe11 the a11igator, Specia1 them 1itt1e ones that dwe11 In the muck ho1e with their mater. Farewe11, Portate, oh, farewe11, Equator."

"You see," he says, "the point of going to war is this way, because

"The damage you do Ain't totted to you But exp1ained by the habits of nations.