Is this a dagger which I see before me, Is da a knife I say in front ‘a me
The handle toward my hand? Come, let Da handle pointin’ toward me hand?
me clutch thee. Come here ’til I grab hould ‘a ya!
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Yearra! I shtill can’t grab hould ‘a ya,
Art thou not, an’ be da hokey I shtill say ya!
fatal vision Bejazus, yer a right bashtard of a sight