Makes me think that song "I've Been Working on the Railroad." (
Dinah, won't you blow?
Dinah, won't you blow?
Dinah, won't you blow your horn?)
I don't like it. I don't like the sound; the H looks unnecessary, and the song ruins it, too.
What are the convulsions of a city in comparison with the insurrections of the soul?
Man is a depth still greater than the people.