He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running forward to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:-Goodbye, now, goodbye! Write down all I said And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead. What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly
Stephenen lizar-makilari tirakada azkar bat egin zion agur gisa, eta, labarraren ertz baterantz lasterrean besteei aurrea hartuz, eskuei gorputzaren ondoan hegalak edo hegatsak balira bezala eraginez, jarraitu zuen lehengo doinuan: