|3⇒ |saBounce Boumcesa|! It is polisignstunter. The Sockerson boy. To pump the fire of the lewd into those soulths of bauchees, havsousedovers, tillfellthey deadwar
knootvindict. An whele time he was rancing there smutsy flaskonsº in nodunder ycholerd for their poopishers, ahull onem!º Fyre |amaynooter
maynoothera| endnow! Shatten up ship! |saBouououounce! Bouououmce!sa| Nomoº
|aclandolskines clandoilskinsa| cheakinlevers! All ashored for Capolic Gizzards! Stowlaway there, glutany of
stainks|err.!ºerr| Porterfillyers and spirituous suncksters!º Oooomº oooom!
As these vitupetards in his bosum boasum he did strongleholder, bushbrows, nobblynape, swinglyswanglers, sunkentrunk, that from tin of |4the this4| clucken hadded runced slapottleslup. For him had |ahard horda| from fard a piping. Dan As? Of?
|5⇒5| Dour |saDoochey Douchyºsa| was a |saseaguldson, |5sieguldson, sieguldson.5|sa| He cooed that loud nor he was |5young, young.5| He cud bad caw nor he was |5gray, gray5| Like water wather parted from the say.
Ostia, lift it! Lift at it, Ostia! From the |5say. say!5| Away from the |5say. say!5|
Hearhasting he, himmed,º |areremembered reromemberedºa| all the chubbs, chipps, chaffs, chuckinpucks and chayney |sachinebells chimebellssa|, That he had mistributed in |saports portsa|, pub, park, pantry and |apoultryshop |bpoultrybooth poultryhouseºb|a|, |awhile Whilea| they, thered, the others, that are, were most emulously concernedº to cupturing the lastº dropes of summour down through their grooves of |5blarneying, blarneying.5| Ere the sockson locked at the dure. Which he would, shuttinshure. And lave them to sture.
For be all |5the5| rules of sport 'tis |5right, right5| That youth |abe dower'd bedower'da| to charm the |5night, night5| Whilst age is dumpedº to mind the |5day, day5| When wather parted from the say.
The humming, it's coming. Insway onsway.
|5Fingool, MacKishguard, Obesume, Burgeurse, Benefice Fingool MacKishguardº Obesume Burgeurseº Benefice5|, He was bowen hem and scrapin him in recolcitrantament to the rightabout And these probonopubblicoesº clamatising for an extinsion on on his hostillery With his chargehand bombing their ears eres. Tideº, genmen, plays, she been goin shoother off aff allmaynootherº onawares.
You here |anorta| farwellens rouster? Ashiffle ashuffle the wayve they.
|3⇒ Lelong Awaindhoo's a selverbourne enrouted to Rochelle Lane and
(6libreties liberties6) those Mullinguard minstrelsers are
marshalsing|5,5| |apar tunepiped road|5,5|a| under
where|5,5| |atopped perkeda| on hollowy
hill|5,5| that poor man of Lyones, |agood Dook Weltington,a|
|aHugon hugona| come errindwards,
had hircomed to the belles'º |abow bowsa| and been catattrappedº by the mausers. Now is it town again, londmear of Dublin|err.!ºerr| And off coursse the toller, ples the dotter of his eyes with her: Moke the Wanst, whye doe we aime alike a pose of poeter peaced? While the dumb he shoots the shopper rope. And they all pour forth. Sans butly
Tuppeter Sowyer,º the rouged |aand generant engeneranda|, |a|b|ca |dbartler barttlerd| of the beauyneº,c| still our benjamin liefest, sometime frankling to |cthis |dthese thised|c| citye,b| whereas |bbegranted bigrentedb| him a |bpier of piers halfb| subporters for his arms,a| Josiah Pipkin, Amos Love, Raoul Le Febber, Blaize Taboutot, Jeremy Yopp, Francist de Loomis, Hardy Smith and and Sequin Pettit followed by the snug saloon seanad of our Café Béranger. The |asenectottlers scenictutorsa|.
|5⇒5| Because they wonted to get out by the goatweigh afore the sheep was looset for to wish the Wobbleton Whiteleg Welshers kaillykaillyº kellykekkle and |asafehome savebecka| to (6brownhazelwood Brownhazelwood6) from all the dinnasdoolins on the labious banks of their swensewn snewwesnerº, turned again weastinghome, |4|atill bya| Danesbury Common,4| and they onely, duoly, thruely, fairly after rainydraining fountybuckets (chalkem up, hemptyempty!) till they caught the wind abroad (alley loafers passingjeeringº!) all the rockers on the roads and all the boots in the stretesº.
Oh dere! Ah hoy!
Last ye, |salandsmen lundsminsa|, hasty hosty! (+For an anondation of mirification and the lutification of our paludination.+) |a
His |4battle's broke bludgeon's bruk4|, his drum is sli |5tore, tore.5| For spuds we'll keep the hat he |5wore, wore5| And roll in clover |4o'er on4| his |5clay, clay5| By wather parted from the say.a|
From |aThree Freeºa| Rogueº Mountone till |aTwo Dewa| Mild Well to |acarry corrya| awen and glowry|err.!ºerr| Are now met by Bawnaboy Fuinnuiguinn'sº former for a lyncheon partyng of his burgherbooh. The Shanavan Wacht. Rantinroarin Batteries Dorans. And that whistling thief, O'Ryne O'Rann. With a catch of her cunning like andº nowhere a keener.
The fore oldersº were aspolootly at their wetsendsº in the moilingº waltersº, trying to. Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek! Because number one lived at
|+4Botthersby Bothersbyº+|4| North and he was trying to. Hide! Seek!
Seek! And number two digged up Poors Coort|5,5| |+4South and number three down Lally's Lane, Soother,º+|4| trying to.º Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek! |4|+And numberº three he sleeped with Lilly Tekkles, at The Eats and he was trying to.º+|4| |s5Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek!s5| And |4|+the+|4| last withº the sailullod |4sailuloyd sailalloydº4| donggieº he was berthed on the |+4Bohermore Moherboher to the Washte+|4| and they were all, |atrying toa| and baffling with the walters of, w hoompsydoompsy walters of. High! Sinkº! High!º Sink! |4|+Highohigh! Sinkasink!+|4|3|
|4|+⇒ The gangstairs |a|sbnoise strainsb|a| and |aangers anger'sa| up As Hoisty rares the can and cup To speed the bogre's barque away O'er |awarter wathera| parted from the say.+|4|
|3⇒ Horkus chiefest ebblynunciesº!
|+4—+|4| He shook be ashaped of hempshelves|a, |+4heaving
hiding+|4| that shepe in his goata|. |4|+And for rassembling |aso bearfellseda|
the magreedy prince of |aRogerd the Thard Rogerº Thuthuda|.
Heigh hohse, heigh hohse, our kindom from an orse! |aBruni Lanno's woollies on Brani Lonni's hairyparts. |bAnd the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt |cfoul the matter of thatc| |csellaring cellaringc| to a pigstrough.b|a|+|4| Stop his laysense. |5Ink him!5| You would think |5he was him5| Alddaublin.º |aStakingº his lordsure like a gourd on puncheon. Deblinity |bdivined devinedb|!ºa| Wholehunting the pairk |aon a myth methylogical missiona| whenever theres imberillas! |a|bAnd calling Rina Roner Reinette Ronayne. |4To what mine answarº is a lemin lemans.4| Arderleys, beedles and postbillers heard him.b| |4|+Three points to one.+|4| Ericusº Vericus corrupted |+4to intoº+|4| ware eggs.a| |4|+Dummy up, distillery! Broree aboo! Run him a johnsgate down jameseslane!º+|4| Begetting a wife which begame his niecesº |aby pouring her youngthings into |+4skintights skintighs+|4|a|. |aThat was when he had dizzy spells. Tillº Gladstools Pillools made him ride as the mall.a| |aThanks to his huedobrassº beerd.a| Lodebrokeº the Longman, now he canseels under veerious persons |abut is always that Rorkeºa| relly.º On consideration for the musickers he ought to have down it. |4Pass out your |++check cheeks++|, why daunt you?º |+Penalty, please!+| |++Thenº you'll know how warder barded the bollhead that parssed our alley.++|4| |5We just are |aupsidedowna| singing whateverº the dimkims mummur allalilty she |aputs pullsa| inner |aour outa| heads.5| This is not the end of this by no manners means. |5|xWhen you've bled till you're bou're bone it crops |saout |sbup outsb|sa|
in your flesh. To tell how your mead of, mard, is made of. All old Dadgerson's dodges one conning one's copying and that's what |awonderland's wanderland'sa| wonderlad'llº flaunt to the fair. A trancedone boyscript with tittivits by. Ahem. You'll read it tomorrow, mornº, when the curds areº on the the table. |+A nigg for a nogg and a thrate for (6the a6) throte.+| The auditor learns. |+Still pumping on Yorkenwhite. Radlumpº, Lencs.+|x|5| In preplayº to Anonymay's lefthintedº palinode obviously |ainspitered inspiterabledºa| by a sibspecious connexion.3| |4Note the notes of admiration! See the signs of suspicion! Count the hemisemidemicolons! Screamer caps and invented gommas, quoites puntlost, forced to farce! The pipette will say anything at all for a change. And you know what aglove means in |athea| Murdrus dueluct?º Fewer to feud and rompant culotticism|++, a fugle for the gleemen and save, sit and sew++|. |5And a pants outsizinned on the |aDoughertys'a| duckboard pointing to peace at home.5| |++In some, lawanorder on lovinardor.++| |5Wait till we hear the Boy of Biskop reeling around your postoral lector! Epistlemadethemology for deep dorfy doubtlings. As we'll lay till break of day in the bunk of basky, (6O. O!6) Our island, Rome and duty!5| Well tried,º bucktiffº! Batt it in, boot! Sell him a breach contact, the vendoror, the buylawyer! One hydeº sack, hic! Two stick holst, huckyº! |saFinnis McGoal! Finnish Make Goal!sa| Firstº you were Nomad, next you were Namar, now you're Numah and it's soon you'll be Nomon. |5Hence counsels Ecclesiast.5| |++There's every resumption.++| The forgein offils |++will is on the shove to++| lay |ayoua| out dossier. Darby's in the yard, planning it. on you, |++plot
and edgings,++| the whispering peelerº |aafter Cooksº wearing an illformationa|. |a|bThe find of his kind!b| An artist, sir! And dirt cheapº at a sovereign a skull!a| He knows |ahisa| Finsbury Follies |++backwards backwoods++| so you |++better batter++| see toº your |++regent++| refutation. |aAscare winde is rifing again about nice boys going native.a| You know who was wrote about in the Orange Book of |++Estchapel. Estchapel?++| Basil and the two other men from King's Avenance.4| |5Just press this cold brand against your brow for a mow. |aCainefully Cainfullya|! |aThe sinus the curse.a| That's it. |aHung Chung n Egglyfellaº now speak he tell numptywumpty topsawys belongahim pidgin. Secret things other persons place there covered not.a| |+How you fell |afrom story to storya| like a sagasand
to lie. Enfilmingº infirmity. |a|bBecause On the becauseb| of youº alleging to having a finger a fudding in pudding and pie.a|+|5| |5|+Then old Hunphydunphyville'll be blasted to bumboards of by the youthful herald who would once you were. (aHe'd be our chosen one in the matter of Brittas more than anarthur. But we'll wake and see.a) The wholes |apoors richesa| ofº ours |ahundreds ofa| manhoods and womhoods. Two cents, two mills and two |amyrs myrdsa|.º (6And here's the witnesses.6) Glue on to him, Greevy! Bottom anker, Noordeece! And a kick kick killykick for the house that Jukeº built!+|5| |4Wait till they |+put send+| you to sleep, scowpow! |++By jurors' cruces!º++| |+And (6you face it's6) all us rangers (6again you you'll be facing6) in the |++box! box before the twelfth correctional.++|+| |5Like one man, gell?º5| |++Between all the Misses Mountsackvilles in |athe theira| halfmoon haemicycles|5,5| |apraying gaspinga| to giddies to dye for the shame. Just hold hard till the one we leapt out gets her yearing! Heard Hired in cameras, extra!++| |++With His Honour Surpacker |ato try to cause on the bingea|. So yelp your guilt and |akids kitza| the buck. |5You'll have loss of fame from Wimmegame's fake.5| Forwards!++| One |aof your sons bully sonºa| growing the (6gaff goff6) and his twinger read out by the Nazi Priers. You f fought as how they'd never woxen up, did you|++, crucketº++|? It will wecker your |+earors earse+|, that it will! When hives the court to exchequer 'tis the child which gives the sire away. Good for you, Richmond Rover! Scrum around, our side! |aGive him one Let him have anothera| between the spindlers|err.!ºerr| A grand game! |+Dalymount's decisive.+| Don Gouverneur Buckley's in the Tara Tribune(6,6) sportingº the insides of a Rhutian Jhanaral and little Mrs |5Skaerer-Sissers Ex-Skaerer-Sissers5| |ashe's is isa| bribing the halfpricers to pray for her widower in his gravest embazzlement. |5You on her, hosy |aJigses jigsesa|, that'll be |aa somea| nonstop marrimont! You in your stolen mace and anvil, Magnes, and her burrowed in Berkness cirrchus |aclouthes clouthsesa|. Fummuccumul with a grauneenº aveiled.5| |+Playing down the slavey touch. Much as she was when the fancy cutter out collecting milestones found |aspied espieda| her aseesaw |afrom |++out of on++|a| a fern. |5|a|bSo nimb, he said, a dat of dew.b| |+The smiling |aof her. ever!ºa| If you pulls me over pay me, prhyse!º+| Between Furr-y-Benn and Ferr-y-Bree. |+In |athat thisa| tear Vikloe vich he lofed.º+| |bA talor would adapt a his caulking trudgers on to any shape at see. Address deceitfold,º of wovens weard.b|a| |aHis Thea| wonder of the women of the world
together|a, moyaa|! And the lovablest
|alima Limaa| since Ineen MacCormick MacCoort MacConn O'Puckins MacKundred. |aOnly but she'sº a little width wider got. Be moving abog.a|5| You cannot make a limousine lady out of a hillman minx.+| |5|aListen & Listun tilla| you'll hear the Mudquirt accent.5| |+This is a bulgen |ahersies horesiesa|, this is a wollan in indulgencies, this is a fflemshº. Tik.+| Scapulars, beads and a stump of a candle, Hubert was a Hunter,º chemins de |alaa| croixes and Rosairette's |aegg. |begg. She egg|5, all the trimmings off the tree5| that sheºb| picked |bthemb| up after the Clontarf by-election |+byelection voterloost+| when O'Bryan MacBruiserº bet Norrisº Nobnuta|. |5Becracking his cucconut between k his kknneess.5| Umpthump, |++Mr Here++| Inkeeper, it's the doatereen's wednessmorn! |5Delphin dringing! Grusham (6on the gang undergang6)! And the Real Hymernians strenging strong at knocker knocker! |aHoly and massalltolled.ºa| |+|aTik.ºa| You ought to tak a dos of frut, saussº.+| |aYou're getting hoovier, a twelve stone hoovier, |bfullends a twelve stone hoovier,b| in your corpus entis and it scurves you right, demnye! |b|cAnd Auntc| as unclish ams they make oom. But |cNichtia's Nichtia you bound not to loose'sc| gone on Neffin since she clapped her charmer on him at (6Gormagereen Gormagareen6). At the Gunting Munting H Hunting Punting. The eitch is in her blood, |cscaldhead arrahc|! For a frecklesome freshcheeky sweetworded lupsqueezer. |cAnd he shows how he'll pick him the lock of her fancy.c| Poghue! Poghue! Poghue! And a good jump, |cPole Powellc|! |c|dClean over all their heads.d| We could kiss him for that one, couddled we, Huggins?c| |cSparkes is the footer to hance off nancies.c| Scaldhead, pursue! Before you bunkledoodle down upon your birchentop again after them three blows from time, drink and hurry. |cThe same three that nursed you, Skerry, Badbols and the Grey One.c| All of your own club too. With |ca thec| fistful of burryberries |cwere for the massusc| |cforc| to feed you living in dying. |cBuy bran biscuits and you'll never say dog. And be in the finest of companies. Morialtay and the Kniferope Walker and Rowley the Barrel. An With Longbow of the lie,º Slick of the trick and Blennercassel of the brogue. |dClanrickard Clanruckardd| for ever!c| |cThe Fenn, the Fenn, the kinn of all (6Fenn Fenns6)! Deaf to the winds |dwhend| for Croonacreena. |dFisht!d| And it's not |dnowd| saying |dhowd| we are |dwhered| who's softing what rushes. (6Merryvergin Merryvirgin6) forbed! But ifº they never eat |dsoulfreed soulefreedeºd| they're ating it now. With easter
greeding.c| Angus! Angus! Angus! The keykeeper of the keys of |cthe seven doors of the dreamadoory inc| the house of the household of Hecech saysaith. Whitmore, whatmore? Give it over, give it up! Mawgraw! |cHead of a helo, chesth of aº champgnon, eye of a gollº! What you'd if he'd.c|b|a|5| The groom is in the greenhouse|5,5| gattling out his. |s5Gum! Gun!s5| That's Lat's That lad's the style forº Lannigan's ball! Now a drive on the naval! |5The Shallburn Shock.º5| Neverº mind your |+gibbosity! gibbous.º+| Slip on your ropen collar and draw the noosebag on your head. Nobody ' will know or heed you|5, Postumus,5| if you |5slip skip5| round |++schlymartin++| by the back and come front |++sloomutren++| to beg |sain one of the
|+youngsters' shavers'+| sailorsuitssa|. |5Three climbs |sathreequickenthees threequickenthreessa| in the garb of nine.5| |+We'll |alove to see |++lo to behold split to seeº++|a| you mouldem imparvious. A wing for |a|5old oldboy5|a| Welsey Wandrer!+| |5Well spat, witty wagtail! Now piawn to bishop's forthe! Moove!º5| There's |++old++| Mumblesome |++Wadding++| Murch cranking up |++to++| the |ahonamonium |+honemonium |++hornemonium hornemoonium++|+|a|. |5Drawg us out Ivy Eve in the Hall of Alum! |aThe finnecies of poetry wed music.a|5| Feeling the jitters? You'll be as tight as Trivett when the knot's knutted on. Now's your never! Peena and Queena are duetting a giggle-for-giggle and the brideen Alannah is lost in her diamindwaiting. What a magnificent gesture |sayou will |byou'll you willb|sa| show us this gallus day. |++Clean and easy, be the hooker! And a free for croaks after. Dovlen are out for it. |5So is Rathfinn.5|++| And, hike, here's the hearse and |+four+| horses with the |+four interprovincial+| |acrucifixers crucifixionersºa| |adrawing throwingºa| lots |++inside! inside to know whose to be their gosson and whereas to |abreak brakea| the news to morhor. |aHow our mysterbilderº |bhas hisb| fullen aslip.a| |aAnd who will wager but it's |bhes he'llb| Shonny Bhoy |bbe, the fleshlumpfleeter,ºb| from Poshtapengha and all he bares sobsconcious inklings shadowed on soulskin. Its |bsignet segnetb| yores, the strake of a hin. Nup.a| Laying the cloth, to fore of them. And thanking the fish, in core of them. To pass the grace for Gard sake! Ahmohn.++| Mr |saJusticiary Justiciansa| Matthews and Mr |saJusticiary Justiciansa| Marks and Mr |saJusticiary Justiciansa| Luke Luk de Luc and Mr |saJustiary Justicianºsa| |aJohnson-Johnston Johnston-Johnsona|. And the aaskart, see, behind! |aHelp,º help, hurray!a| Allsup, allsop!º Four ghools to nail! |5Cut it down, mates, look slippy! They've got a dathe with a swimminpull.5| Dang! Ding! Dong! Dung! Dinnin. Isn't it great he is swaying above us for his good
and ours. |5Fly your balloons, dannies and dennises! He's doorknobs dead! And Annie Delap is |afree once more. (6free. free!6) ones Ones more.a|5| We could ate you, |++per Buccus par Buccas++|, and imbabe through you(6,6) |++reassuranced++| in the wild lac of gotliness. |++One fledge, one brood till (6Hulm hulm6) culms evurdyburdy.++| Huhº the throman! Huh the traidor. Huh the |++blank truh.++|4| |3Errorsure|4,º4| he's the mannork of Arrahland oversense he horrhorrd his name in thuthunder. Rrrwwwkkkrrr! |a|4Of the rollorrishrattillary.4|a| And seen it rudden up in fusefiressence on the |++4fashmurket flashmurket++|4|. P.R.C.R.L.L. Royloy. |4Of the |+rollorrishrattillary rollorrish rattillary+|.4| The lewdningbluebolteredallucktruckalltraumconductor!º |5The unnamed nonirishblooder that |abecame becomesa| a (6Greenislander Greenislender6) overnight!5| |xBut we're molting superstituettes out of his fulseº thorotinº guts.x| |4|++Tried mark, Easterlings. Sign, |aSoderic Sidericºa| O'Cunnuc, |aRux Rixa|. |saAdversed ord, Magtmorken, Kovenhow.sa| A die for due and Du for Dy.º++|4| |4|+There's a |++fine great++| conversion|++, mynº++|!+|4| Coucous! Find his causcaus! From Motometusolum throughº Bulley and Cowlieº and |++4pass in your checkmates Diggerydiggerydock++|4| down to baseness'sº usuall usual.º |++4There's a light He's alight++|4| there |astill. still, by |4Mike. Mike!4| Loose afore!a| Bung! Bring |4out forth4| your deed! Bang! Till is the right time.3| |4|++Bang! Partick Thistle agen S. Megan's versus Brystal Palace agus the Walsall! Putsch!++|4| |3Tiemore moretis tisturb badday! The playgue will be soon over, rats! |4|+Let sin! Geh toutº! All we wants is to get peace for possession.+|4| We
dinned unnerstunned why you |asad sassada| about |athirty thurteena| to |aeleven aloafena|, |asor,a| kindly repeat! |aOr ledn us |4alonese alones4| of your lungorge|b., parsonifier |cpropoundeunread propoundec| of del |courc| edelweissed idol worts!b| Shaw and Shea are lorning obsen so |bharry hurgleb| up, |++4and farder gandfarder++|4|, and gurgle me gurk. You can't impose on frayshouters like os. Every tub here spucks his own fat. |bHang coersion everyhow! And smotthermock Gramm's laws!b| But we're a drippindhrue |++4gaeleague gayleagueº++|4| all at ones. In the buginningº is the woid, in the muddle is the sounddance and thoreinofterº |bcomes you're inb| the unbewised again|b, vund vulsyvolsyb|. You talker dunsker's brogue men we ourº souls speech obstruct hostery. Silence in thoughtº! |++4Speech! Spreach!++|4| |bWear an artfulº of outer nocense!b|a| |4|aPapa Pawpaw,a| wowwowº!4| Momerry twelfths, noebroed! That was a good one, ha!º So it will be quite a material what May farther be |++4unveloped unvuloped++|4| for you, old Mighty, when it's aped to foul a delfian in the Mahnung., haº ha! |aTalk of Paddybarke's
echo!a| Kick |anack nucka|, Knockcastle.,º Muck.º |aAndº you'll noseº it, O you'll nose it|5,5| without |++4warnword warnward++|4| from we.a| We don't know the sendor towhomeº. |4|++But you'll find Chiggenchugger's |awinning takinga| the Treaclyshortcake with Bugle and the Bitch |apairadrawsing pairsadrawsinga| and Horssmayresº Prosession tyghting up under the threes. Stop. Press stop. To press stop. All to press stop.++|4| And,º be the seem talkin,º wharabahts hosetanzies, dat sure is sullibrated word?º Bing bong! Saxolooter! Forº congesters are salders' prey. |4|+Snap it up in the loose, patchy the blank! Anyone can see you're the son of a gunnell. Fellow him up too, Carlow!+|4| Woes to the wormquashedº, aye, and worsº to the winner! |4|+Think of Aerian's Wall and the Fall of Toss.+|4| Give him another for |atoa| (6volleyholley doodlem volleyholleydoodlem6)! His lights not |aalla| out yet, the liverpooser! Boohoohoo it oose! With seven hores always in the home of his |++4thoughts, thinkingthings,º++|4| |ahis nodsloddledome of his |++4noiselisslesoughts, noiselisslesoughts.++|4|a| |++4two Two++|4| Idas, two Evas, two Nessies and Rubyjuby. Phook! No wonder, pipes |++4and gurgls as kirles++|4|, that he sthings like a rheinbok. One bed night he had the delysiumsº that they were all queens mobbing him. |aFeelº stiff.a| Oh, ho, ho, ho, ah, he, he! |4|++Abedicate yourself!º++|4| |aIt just gegs ourº |v++4goad! goad.v++|4|a| He'll be the deaf of us|a, pappappoppopcuddle,a| samblind dairudder. daiyrudder. Yus, sord, |afathe,a| yoh |5yuo you5| |awill woll|b, putty our wraughtherºb|a|! |5What we waits be after? Whyfore we come agooding? None of you, cock icy! You keep that henayearn and her fortycantle glim lookbehinder. We might do with |salacey ribbons rubiny leesessa|. But |aof all your waningsºa| send us out your |sapuppydecked tails peppydecked alessa| and you'll not be such a bad lot. The rye is well for whose amind but the wheateny one is proper lovely.5| Beng!º We sincerestly trust that Missus with the |4kids kiddies4| |aof sweet Gorteena| has not been B I N K |ato their very least tittlesa| deranged if in B U N K and we greesiously |aoffer to augur fora| Yourº Meggers a B E N K B A N Kº B O N K to sloop in with all sorts of odceterasº and adsaturas. |5It's our last fight, Megantic, fear you will!5| |4The refergee's took to hailing to time the pass. |5There goes the blackwatchwomen|err,ºerr| all
|aina| white, |afuxed flaxeda| up, burgadº!5| Right toe, Armitage!4| |5Tem for Tam at Timmotty Hall|err.!ºerr| |+We're been carried away. Beyond bournes and bowers.+|5| So we'll leave it to Keyhoe, |aDamnally Danellya| and |aPikemham Pykemhyme|b, the three muskrateers,b|a|
|4at the end of this age4| that had it from |aVariants'a| Katey Sherratt that had it from Variants' Katey Sherratt's man for the bonnefaciesº of |4Blanchewhite Blashwhite4| and Blushred |4of the Aquasancta Liffey Patrol4| to |awind up and toa| tells of all befells |aafter thata| to Mocked Majesty in the Malincurred Mansion.
So you were saying, boys? Anyhow he what?3|
So anyhow|4, melumps and mumpos of the hoose uncommons,4| after that to wind up that |4long to be chronicled
longtobechronicledº4| |4get together gettogether4|
|4thanksbetogiving4| day |3at
Glenfinnisk-en-la-Valle3|, the anniversary of his (6first holy communion finst homy commulion6), after that
same barbecue beanfeast was all over poor old hospitable |4corn and
eggfactorº4| King Roderick O'Conor, the paramount chief polemarch and last preelectric kingº of allº
Ireland(6,6) who was anything you say yourself between |s4fiftyfour and fiftyfive fiftyodd and
fiftyevens4| years of age at the time after the socalled last |3'|~free~|3'| supper he greatly gave those maltknights and
beerchurlsº in his umbrageous house of the hundred bottles|4, withº the radio
|sabeacon beamersa| tower and its hangars, chimbneys and equilines,º4| or
at leastº he wasn'tº actually the then last kingº of all Ireland for the time being for the jolly good reason that he was still such as he was the eminent kingº of all Ireland himself after the last preeminent
kingº of all Ireland, the |2whilom2| joky old top that went before himº
|3'|~in the dienasty~|3'| |4in the Taharan dynasty,4| King
|4Art MacMurrough Kavanagh Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough4| of the
|4leather leggings leathered leggions4|, now of parts |4unknown,
unknown4| |4God (Godº4|
guard his generous |4comicsongbookº4|
that put a poached fowl in the poor man's pot before he took to his pallyass with the weeping eczema for better and worse until he went |3and died under
the grass quilt on usº3| neverthelessº the year the sugar was scarceº
|3|xand weº |4|~outkicking coal to peater the grate~|4| to
lather and shave and frizzle himº like a bald surging buoyºx|3| and himself down
to three cows that was meat and drink and dogs and washing to him,º 'tis good causeº we have to remember
it,º |3going through |asummersultryngs ofa| snow and sleet withº
the widow Nolan's |4goat goats4| and the Brownes girls
neats,º3| anyhowº |2wait till I tell youº2| what did he
do|5,5| poor old Roderick O'Conor |2Rex,2| the auspicious waterproof monarch of all
Ireland|5,5| when he found himself all alone by himself in his grand old |4historic handwedown4| pile after all of them
had all gone off with themselves |3to their castles of
mud|5,5|3| as best they |4could cud|5,5|4| on footback|5,5| |3owing to the leak ofº McCarthy's mare|5,5|3| |2in extended order|5,5|2| a tree's length from the longest way out|5,5| down the switchbackward |4road slidder of the landsown routeº of Hauburnea's liveliest village vinnage on the brain4|, the unimportant Parthalonians with the |2mouldy2| Firbolgs and the Tuatha de Danaan googs |3and the ramblers from Clane3| and all the rest of the notmuchers and other slygrogging suburbanitesº that he didn'tº care the royal spit out of his
|2ostensible2| mouth about|5,5| well|5,5| what do you think he did|2, sir,º2| but|5,5| faix|5,5| he just went heeltapping through the winespilth and weevily popcorks that were kneedeep round his own right royal round rollicking topers'º table|5,5| with his old Roderick Random pullon hat at a |3Lanty Leary3| cant on him |3|aandº Mike Brady's shirt and |bhis green Greene'sb| linnet socks collarbow and his (6ghenter's Ghenter's6) gaunts and his Macclefield's swasha| and his readymade Reillys |aand his panprestuberian ponchoºa|3|, the body you'd pity him, the way the world is, poor he, the heart of Midleinster and the supereminent lord of them all, overwhelmed as he was with black ruin like a sponge out of water|5,5| |3allocutioningº in |4bellcantes bellcantos |ato his own oliverian societya|4| McGuiney'sº Dreans of Ergen Adams3| and |3singing thrummingº through3| all to himself |3with diversed tonguesed3| through his old tears |3and his ould plaised drawl(6,6)3| |2broken starkened2| by the most regal |3of3| belches(6,6) |3like a |ablurneya| |5Cashelamagh Cashelmagh5| crooner(6,º6) |a|bthat larkingº Clare air,b| the blackbard'sº ballada|3| |3I've a terrible errible lot todo today todo toderribleday I've a terrible errible lot |4todo today todo toderribleday todue todie todue tootorribleday,4|3| well|5,5| what did he go and do at allº His Most Exuberant Majesty King Roderick O'Conor but|5,5| arrah bedamnbut|5,º5| he finalised by lowering his woollyº throat with the wonderful midnight thirst was on him|5,5| as keen as mustard|5,5| |3he could not tell what he did ale|x, |a|s4so thatºs4|a| bothered |s4from the head to the tail he was from head to tails4|,ºx|3| and|5,5| |3wishawishawish|5,5|3| leave it|5,5| |3what the Irish, boys, can do|5,5|3| if he didn'tº |3goº sliggymaglooralº reemyround and3| suck up(6,6) sure enough(6,6) like a Trojan|5,5| in some particular cases with the assistance of his venerated tongue|5,5| whateverº surplus rotgut(6,6) sorra much|5,5| was left by the lazy lousersº in the different bottoms of the various different replenquished drinking utensils left there behind them on the premisesº by |3the that whole hogsheaded firkin family ofº3| departed honourable homegoers|5,5|
suchº as it was|3, fallº and fall about,3| |4to theº brindishing of his charmed life, as toastified by his cheeriubicundenances,4| no matter whether it was chateaubottled Guinness'sº or Phoenix breweryº stout it was or John Jameson and Sons or Roob Coccola or|5,5| for the matter of that|5,5| O'Connell's famous old Dublin ale that he wanted like hell|5,5| |4more thanº halibut oil or jesuits tea|5,5|4| as a fallback|5,º5| of several different quantities and qualities amounting in all to(6,6) I should say(6,6) considerably more than the better part of a gill or naggin of imperial dry and liquid measure |3till|a, welcome be from us here, till the rising of the morn, |btill that hen of |cheaven Kaven'sc| shows her beaconeggº and (6Chapwellsendows Chapwellswendows6) stain our horyhistoricold and Father MacMichael stampsº for aitch o'clerk |cmass, messc| and the Litvian Newestlatter is seen, sold and delivered |4and all's set for restart after the silence4|,ºb|a| till likeº his ancestors to this day after him |4(that the blazings of their ouldmouldy gods may attend to them we pray!)|a, overopposides the cowery lad in the corner and forenenst the staregaze of the cathering candled, that adornment of his album and folkenfather of |bhis family familyea familyansb|,a|4| he came acrash a crupper sort of a
sate |ain ona| accomondation |aand the very boxst in all his composs|5,5|a| whereuponce|a, |5behome the fore for cove and trawlers,5| heave hone, leave lone, Larry's on the focse and |4Feag MacHugh O'Byrne Faugh MacHugh O'Bawlar4| at the wheel,a| |4one to do and one to dare, par by par, a peerless pair, ever here and ot over there,4| with his fol the dee oll the doo on the flure of his feats and the feels of the fumes in the wakes of his ears our wineman from Barleyhome he just slumped to throne3|.
|3⇒ So sailed the |abrave stouta| ship Nansy Hans. |saFrom Liff away.sa| For |4Nattenländer Nattenlaender4|. |saAs who has come returns.sa| Farvel, |safarers farernesa|! Goodbark, goodbye!
|saAnd Nowsa| follow we out by Starloe!3|