Har har! O dear! Hope we haven't cut this Thread completely a-Drift from its seriously-intellectual Moorings. Here I was actually learning something, until I posted those Dylan lyrics. Now we've even gone and cited *Shatner*! :)

Dicho, Jack the Sailor, & Co.: I *think* Liam C. recited that lovely romantic verse by way of intro to T. Makem's "The Town of Ballybay", about a winsome lass with a wooden leg ("...that was hollow down the middle; she used to tie a string on it and play it for a fiddle...")It's in the DT I believe.// But hey now - B. Dylan SMOKING something? Overdosing?? Perish the thought!!

I agree we must preserve the language, before it Wanes completely and can be viewed only in Wax Museums. Accordingly, from the intellectual film classic "Horsefeathers":

"The Dean is furious. He's waxing wroth."
Groucho: "Well, tell Roth to wax the Dean for a while."