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(f39⇓f10) Hear, O hear, (f39Iseult la belle Iseult la belleºf10)! Tristan, sad hero, hear!
(f39⇒ºf10) Anno Domini nostri sancti Jesu Christi
(f39⇒f10) Nine hundred and ninetynine million pound sterling in the blueblack bowels of the bank of Ulster.
(f39⇒f10) And no damn (f39loutll lout'llºf10) come courting thee or by the mother of the Holy Ghost there'll be murder!
(f39⇒f10) (f39O, O,ºf10) come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer Brinabride queen from Sybil surfriding
(f39⇒f10) In her curragh of shells of daughter of pearl and her (f39silverymonnblue silverymoonblueºf10) mantle round her.
(f39⇒f10) Yerra(f39,,ºf10) why would she bide with (f39Sig Sirf10) Sloomysides or the grogram grey barnacle gander?
(f39⇒f10) (f39Wisha, Wisha,ºf10) won't you agree now to take me (f39from the middle, say, from the middle, say,ºf10) of next (f39week on, week on,ºf10) (f39for the balance of my days, for the balance of my days,ºf10) for nothing (what?) as your own nursetender?
(f39⇒f10) A power of highsteppers died game right enough — but (f39who, acushla, 'll who, acushla, 'llºf10) beg coppers for you?
(f39⇒f10) I tossed that one long before anyone.
(f39⇒f10) Grand goosegreasing we had entirely with an allnight eiderdown bed picnic to follow.
(f39⇒f10) By the cross of Cong(f39,,ºf10) (f39says she, says she,ºf10) rising up Saturday in the twilight from under me(f39,,ºf10) Mick(f39,,ºf10) (f39Nick the Maggot Nick,ºf10) or whatever (f39the Maggotºf10) your name is, you're the (f39mose mostºf10) likable lad that's come my ways yet from the barony of Bohermore.
(f39⇒ºf10) Mattheehew, Markeehew, Lukeehew, Johnheehewheehew!
(f39⇒f10) And still a light moves long the river. And stiller the mermen ply their keg.
(f39⇒f10) Its pith is full. The way is free. Their lot is cast.
(f39⇒f10) So, to john for a john, johnajeams, led it be!