"O'er wather parted from the say."

(371.11-373.12)  Well, it looks like I was wrong yesterday when I said the customers had been cleared out of the pub.  They're still there, and HCE was hearing the new version of Hosty's ballad over the noise of his drunken patrons.  Hearing this song, he both recalls the original ballad and sees his life flash before his proverbial eyes (he "reromembered all the chubbs, chipps, chaffs, chuckinpucks and chayney chimebells That he had mistributed in port, pub, park, pantry and poultryhouse . . . ").  The patrons, meanwhile, are occupied with finishing "the last dropes" of their drinks before they get locked in the pub for the night.  HCE urges them to finish, but they protest, "clamatising for an extinsion of his hostillery."  

Meanwhile, the sound of the ballad continues to creep toward the pub.  Soon "those Mullinguard minstrelsers are marshalsing, par tunepiped road" near the spot of HCE's fall, where "that poor man of Lyones, good Dook Weltington, hugon come errindwards, had hircomed to the belles bows and been cutattrapped by the mausers."  Finally, the patrons "all pour forth" and head out of the pub.  Everyone's leaving, except for HCE:  "Tuppeter Sowyer, the rouged engenerand, a battler of the beauyne."  The patrons wave goodbye to the pub and move away after "they caught the wind abroad . . . all the rockers on the roads and all the boots in the stretes."  

The song's verses appear in between these scenes and present another telling of the tale of HCE's fall, and we now see "hasty hosty" trailing the last patrons to leave the pub.  The last two verses of his song detail HCE's fall and expulsion:

His bludgeon's bruk, his drum is tore.
For spuds we'll keep the hat he wore
And roll in clover on his clay
By wather parted from the say.

The gangstairs strain and anger's up
As Hoisty rares the can and cup
To speed the bogre's barque away
O'er wather parted from the say.

Unaccounted for until near the end of today's passage are the four old judges, who ended up pretty drunk:  "The for eolders were aspolootly at their wetsend in the mailing waters, trying to.  Hide!  Seek!  Hide!  Seek!"  The each sneak toward their respective destinations at the four points of the compass.  In the end, HCE is finally alone:  "Horkus chiefest ebblynuncies!"