James Joyce, Ulysses (1922)

"...I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair

like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed

me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and

then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would

I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes

and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his

heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. "