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432 / A M E S [ 1918]Wer wird nun ktissenWer wird nun ktissenWer wird nun ktissenMeinen weissen LeibThe word 'Leib,' as Budgen has written, 'moved him to enthusiasm. Itwas a sound that created the image of a body in one unbroken mass . . .He spoke of the plastic monosyllable as a sculptor speaks about a stone.'* 1 0Joyce took pleasure in undercutting romanticism, so when Budgenhappened to speak of the 'heart,' Joyce commented, 'The seat of theaffections is lower down, I think.' As the party grew more festive Budgen,who knew a great many sea chanties from his sailor days, delighted Joyceby singing 'The Raughty Tinker,' which begins:There was a raughty tinkerWho in London town did dwellAnd when he had no work to doHis meat ax he did sell.With me solderin' iron and tarawayHammer legs and sawBrave old Donald we are off to Castlepool.Came up a gay old lady,Her age was one hundred and three.She said, 'You raughty tinker,Will you have a rasp at me?'With me solderin' iron and tarawayHammer legs and saw.Brave old Donald we are off to Castlepool.It seemed to Suter that Joyce savored the obscene words like candy, thoughhis more detached comment was that such songs constituted a kind of* Joyce translated the poem, giving it the title, 'Lament for the Yeomen':And now is come the war, the war:And now is come the war, the war:And now is come the war, the war!War! War!For soldiers are they gone now,For soldiers all!Soldiers and soldiers!All! All!Soldiers must die, must die!Soldiers all must die!Soldiers and Soldiers and SoldiersMust die!What man is there to kiss now,To kiss, to kiss,O white soft body thisThy soft sweet whiteness? 11