Over thp billows and over the brine, Over the water to Palestino! 'Am I awakÃª or do I dream? Over the ocean to Syria by 6team! My soy is booiIj, by this right hand, A stenmer brave Is on the wave, Bound posittvely for the Holy Land! Geoffrey of Bulloigno, and thou, "Richa'd lion-hearteo king, Candidly nform us, now, Did you ever? No you never Could have faucied such a thing. NtÃver such vociferalions Entered yiur itnayinuliona As the ensuing - 'Kase her - stop her!" "Any geiulemau for Joppii? ' "'Mascus, 'iMiiscusT' "Ticket, pleade, sir." 'Tyre or Sklon?'1 '-Stop iier - oase her! ' ''Jerusalem! 'lem! 'iem! - Shu. Sliur!" "Do you go on lo Eiyp', tir? ! "Captain, is ibis the land of' PlÃ¼irnoh?'' "Now look alive thereÃ Wlm's fui Ciiro?" "Back her! Sland clear, l say, old file!" . 'YVhat gent or lady's furlhe NÃ¼e, Or Pyrarnids? 'Thebes,Tliebe,sjr! Steady'!' "Now where's that party for Engedi?" Pilgrim holy, red cross knights, Hnd ye e'er the least idea, Even in your wildest flights, Of a Ã¼teani trip to Judea? Wliat npxt marvel time will show, It is difficult to say, 'Buss," perchance, to Jericho, "Only sixpence all the way." Cabs in Solyma may ply, rTis u not uniikely tah - And froni Dan the touriest hie Unto Beersheha by "rail."