Tooraloo

So poor Admiral Nelson, toora loo

So long! See you soon! Too-ra-loo!

—Toraloo, Lenehan said. See you later.

Tooraloo, must get at the new White Mule. […] I didn’t set out to write a letter as long as this. What the hell’s the matter with me?

Here, a lark sprang up at his feet and darted into the air with its thrilling rush of exquisite moldy.―“Faith, you’ve given me my answer sure enough, my purty lark—that’s as much as to say, they may go whistle for them—oh, my poor fellows, how I pity yiz;”―and here he broke into a “too ra lal loo” and danced along the path:—then suddenly dropping into silence he resumed his walk, and applying his hand behind his head, cocked up his caubeen* and began to rub behind his ear, according to the most approved pleasant practice of assisting the powers of reflection.

His light and Gallic spirits underwent a sudden, miraculous change. He hummed a blithe San Salvador Opera Company tune; he grinned, smirked, bowed, pirouetted, twiddled, twaddled, twisted, and tooralooed. Gayly, the notorious troubadour, could not have equalled Étienne.

George was sitting in his shirt-sleeves among his pigeons; snow-white creatures that tooralooed and paced and ducketed on the gravel about his feet, while two of their fellows cooed love secrets into his ear.

The little meat that survived this amateur undertaking went to Aisling, who was so happy, he serenaded her for the rest of the day with too-ra-loos. […] Her slingshot and some rocks went into her pockets, and a good coil of rope went onto her shoulder and then it was out into the plains for Taryn and her too-ra loo-ing little man.