wirra

Wirra, the weeks I lay on the sill of death's door,—the gray days, the black nights.

"Wirra, but that feller can't stop to take breath between his shooting," remarked Private Kelly.

I meant the girl you are interested in—no, it isn't that other—the girl that's interested in you—oh, wirra wisha!

Wirra, an' to think she'd look at a plain man like Doyle Grahame.

Wirra, wirra, why did I ever let myself be persuaded at all?