Galleys 1st set, March 1937-February 1938, I.2 draft level 9

MS British Library 47476b 18-32 Draft details

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Now (to forebare for ever solittle of Iris Free and Lili O'Rangan), concerning the genesis of Harold or Humphrey Chimpden's occupational agnomen (we are back in the presurnames prodromarith period, of course) and discarding once for all those theories from older sources which would link him back with such pivotal ancestors as the Glues, the Gravys, the Northeasts, the Ankers and the Earwickers of Sidlesham in the Hundred of Manhood or proclaim him offsprout of vikings who had founded wapentake and seddled hem in Herrick or Eric, the best authenticated version has it that it was this way. We are told how in the beginning it came to pass that, like cabbaging Cincinnatus, the grand old gardener was saving daylight under his giant redwood one sultry sabbath afternoon in prefall paradise peace by following his plough for rootles in the rere garden of ye olde marine hotel when royalty was announced by runner to have been pleased to have halted itself on the highroad along which a leisureloving dogfox had cast followed, also at walking pace, by a lady pack of cocker spaniels. Forgetful of all save his vassal's plain
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fealty to the ethnarch, Humphrey or Harold stayed not to yoke or saddle but stumbled out hotface as he was (his sweatful bandanna loose from his pocketcoat), hasting to the forecourts of his public in topee, surcingle, solascarf and plaid, plus fours, puttees and bulldog boots ruddled cinnabar with
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flagrant marl, jingling his turnpike keys and bearing aloft amid the fixed pikes of the hunting party a high perch atop of which a flowerpot was fixed earthside hoist with care. On his majesty, who was, or often feigned to be, noticeably longsighted from green youth and had been meaning to inquire what, in effect, had caused yon causeway to be thus potholed, asking, substitutionally, to be put wise as to whether paternoster and silver doctors were not now more fancied bait for lobstertrapping, honest blunt Haromphreyld answered in no uncertain tones very similarly with a fearless
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forehead: Naw, yer maggers, aw war jist a cotchin on thon bluggy earwuggers. Our sailor king, who was draining a gugglet of obvious adamale, upon this, ceasing to swallow, smiled most heartily beneath his walrus moustaches and, indulging that none too genial humour which William the Conk on the spindle side had inherited with the hereditary whitelock and some shortfingeredness from his greataunt Sophy, turned towards two of his retinue of gallowglasses, Michael, etheling lord of Leix and Offaly, and the jubilee mayor of Drogheda, Elcock, the two scatterguns being Michael M. Manning, protosyndic of Waterford, and an Italian excellency named Giubilei according to a later version cited by the learned scholarch Canavan of Canmakenoise |9(in either case a triptychal religious family symbolising puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the purchypatch of hamlock where the paddish preties grow)9|, and remarked dilsydulsily: Holybones of Saint Hubert, how our red brother of Pouringrainia would audibly fume did he know that we have for |9trusty surtrusty9| bailiwick a turnpiker who is by turns a pikebailer no seldomer than an earwigger! |9For he kinned Jom Pill with his court so gray and his haunts in his house in the mourning. |a(One still |s+hearss+| that |bpebblecrustedb| laughterº, japijap cheerycherrily, among the roadside tree the lady Holmpatrick planted and still one feels the |bamossiveb| silence of the cladstone allegibelling: Ive mies outs ide Bourn.)ºa|9|

Comes the question: are these the facts |9of his nominigentilisation9| as recorded |9and accolated9| in both or either of the collateral andrewpaulmurphyc narratives? Are those their fata which we read in sibylline between the fas and its nefas? No dung
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on the road? We shall perhaps not so soon see. |9Pinck poncks that bail for seeks alicence |awhile wherea| cumsceptres with scentaurs stay.9| Bear in mind this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend. Heave we aside the fallacy that it was not the king kingself but his inseparable sisters, uncontrollable nighttalkers, Skertsiraizde with Donyahzade, who afterwards, when the robbarees shot up the socialights, came down into the world as amusers and were staged by Madame Sudlow as Rosa and Lily Miskinguette in the pantalime that two pitts paythronosed, Meliodorus and Galathee. The great fact emerges that after that historic date all holographs so far exhumed initialled by Haromphrey bear the sigla H.C.E. and while he was only and long and always good Dook Umphrey for the hungerlean spalpeens of Lucalizod and Chimbers to his cronies it was equally certainly a pleasant turn of the populace which gave him as sense of those normative letters the nickname Here Comes Everybody.
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An imposing everybody he always indeed looked, constantly the same as and equal to himself and magnificently well worthy of any and all such universalisation, every time he continually surveyed, amid vociferatings |9from in front9| of Accept these few nutties! and Take off that white hat!, |9relieved with Stop his Grog |aandº Put It in the Loga| and Loots in his |a(bassvoco)a| Boots,9| from good start to happy finish the truly catholic assemblage gathered together in |9the that king's treat9| house of satin |9alustrelike above floats and footlights9| from their assbawlveldts and oxgangs unanimously to clapplaud Mr Wallenstein Washington Semperkelly's immergreen tourers in the problem passion play of the millentury|9, running strong since creation,9| A Royal Divorce with ambitious interval band selections from The Bo' Girl and The Lily on all horserie show command nights from his viceregal booth (his bossaloner is ceilinged
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there a cuckoospit less eminent than the redritualhoods of Maccabe and Cullen) where, a veritable Napoleon the Nth, |9our worldstage's practical jokepiece and retired cecelticocommediant in his own wise,º9| this folksforefather all of the time sat, having the entirety of his house about him, with the invariable broadstretched kerchief cooling his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades and in a wardrobepanelled tuxedo completely thrown back from a shirt well entitled a swallowall, on every point far outstarching the laundered clawhammers and marbletopped highboys of the pit stalls and early amphitheatre. A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal sense of which decency can safely scarcely hint. It has been blurtingly bruited by certain wisecrackers that he suffered from a vile disease. To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements which ought not to be and, one should like to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Nor have his detractors, who, an imperfectly warmblooded race, apparently conceive him as a great white caterpillar capable of any and every enormity in the calendar recorded to the discredit of the Juke and Kellikek families, mended their case by insinuating that, alternatively, he lay at one time under the ludicrous imputation of annoying Welsh fusiliers in the people's park. To anyone
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who knew and loved the Christlikeness of the big cleanminded giant H. C. Earwicker throughout his |9excellency9| long |9|avicefrugal vicefreegala|9| existence the mere suggestion of him as a lustsleuth nosing for trouble in a boobytrap rings particularly preposterous. Truth, beard on prophet, compels one to add that there is said to have been quondam (pfuit! pfuit!) some case of the kind implicating, it is interdum believed, a quidam (if he did not exist it would be necessary quoniam to invent him) abhout that time stambuling haround
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Dumbaling in leaky sneakers with his tarrk record who has remained topantically anonymos but (let us hue him Abdullah Gamellaxarksky) was, it is stated, posted at Mallon's at the instance of watch warriors of the vigilance committee and years afterwards, cries one even greater, Ibid, a commender of the frightful, seemingly tropped head (pfiat! pfiat!) waiting turn for thatt chopp pah kabbakks alicubi |9|+on the old house+|9| off Hawkins Street. Slander, let it lie its flattest, has never been able to convict our good and great and no ordinary Southron Earwicker, as a pious author calls him, of any graver impropriety than that, advanced by some woodwards or regarders who did not dare deny that they had, chin Ted, chin Tam, chinchin Taffyd, that day consumed their soul of the corn, of having behaved in an ungentlemanly manner opposite a pair of dainty maidservants in the swoolth of the rushy hollow whither, or so the two gown and pinners pleaded, Dame Nature in all innocency had spontaneously and about the same hour of the eventide sent them both but whose published combinations of silkinlaine testimonies are, where not dubiously pure, visibly divergent, as warpt from wept, on minor points touching the intimate nature of this, a first offence in vert or venison which was admittedly an incautious but, at its wildest, a partial exposure with such attenuating circumstances (garthen gaddeth green hwere sokeman hrideth girling) as an abnormal Saint Swithin's summer and a ripe occasion to provoke it.

We can't do without them. Wives, rush to the restgowns! |9|aOfmen Ofmana| will toman while led is the lol. Zessid's our kadem, villapleach, vollapluck. Fikup, |afor flesh Nellijº,a| el mundo nov!, oleº flen!9| If she's a lilyth, pull early! Pauline, allow! And malers abushed, keep black, keep black!

Guiltless of much laid to him he was clearly for so once at least he clearly and with still a trace of his erstwhile burr expressed himself as being and hence it has been received of
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us that it is true. They tell the story how one happy-go-gusty Ides-of-April morning (the anniversary, as it fell out, of his first assumption of his mirthday suit and rights in appurtenance to the confusioning of human races) ages and ages after the alleged misdemeanour when the tried friend of all creation, tigerwood roadstaff to his stay, was billowing across the wide expanse of our greatest park in his caoutchouc kepi and great belt and leatherbrags and his blaufunx fustian and ironsides jackboots and Bhagafat gaiters and his rubberised inverness he MET a cad with a pipe. The latter, the luciferant not the oriuolate, who (the odds are) is still berting dagobout in the same straw bamer, carrying his overgoat under his schulder, sheepside out, so as to look more like a coumfry gentleman and signing the pledge as gaily as you please, hardily accosted him with: Guinness thaw tool in jew me dinner ouzel fin? (a nice how-do-you-do in Poolblack at the time as some of our olddaisers may still tremblingly recall) to ask could he tell him how much a'clock it was that the clock struck had he any idea by o'cock's luck as his watch was bradys. Hesitency was clearly to be evitated. Execration as cleverly to be honnisoid. The Earwicker of that spurring instant, realising on fundamental liberal principles the supreme importance, nexally and noxally, of physical life (the nearest help relay being pingping K.O. Senpatrick's Day and the fenian rising) and unwishful as he felt of being hurled into eternity right then, plugged by a softnosed bullet from the sap, halted, quick on the draw, and, replyin that he was feelin tipstaff, cue, prodooced from his gunpocket his Jurgensen's shrapnel waterbury, ours by communionism, his by usucapture, but, on the same stroke, hearing above the skirling of harsh Mother East old Fox Goodman, the bellmaster, over the wastes to south, at work upon the ten ton tonuant thunderous tenor toller in the speckled church, told the inquiring kidder, by Johova, it was twelve of em sidereal and tankard time, adding buttall, as he bended deeply, with smoked sardinish breath, to give more pondus to the copperstick he presented, that whereas the hakusay accusation againstm had been made, what was well known in high quarters, as was stood stated in Morganspost, by a creature in youman form who was quite beneath parr and several degrees lower than yore triplehydrad snake. In greater support of his word (it, quaint anticipation of a famous phrase, has been reconstricted out of oral style into the verbal for all time with ritual rhythmics, in quiritary quietude, and toosammenstucked from successive accounts by Noah Webster in the redaction known as the Sayings Attributive
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of H. C. Earwicker, prize one schillings, postlots free) the flaxen Gygas tapped his chronometrum drumdrum and, now standing full erect above the ambijacent floodplain, scene of its happenence, with one Berlin gauntlet chopstuck in the hough of his ellboge (by ancientest signlore his gesture meaning: y!) pointed at an angle of thirtytwo degrees towards his duc de Fer's overgrown milestone as the fellow to his gage and after a readypresent pause averred with solemn emotion's fire: Shsh shake, co-comeraid! I have won straight. Hence my no-nationwide hotel and creamery establishments which for the honours of our mewmew mutual daughters, credit me, I am woowoo willing to take my stand, sir, upon the monument, that sign of our ruru redemption, any hygienic day to this hour and to make my hoath to my dear sinnfinners, even if I get life for it, upon the Open Bible and befu before the Great Taskmaster's eye (I lift my hat!) and in the Presence of the Deity Itself andwell of Bishop and Mrs Michan of High Church of England as of all such of said my immediate withdwellers and of every living sohole in every corner wheresoever of this globe in general which useth of my British to my backbone tongue and commutative justice that there is not one tittle of truth, allow me to tell you, in that purest of fibfib fabrications.

Gaping Gill, |9swift to mate errthors, stern to checkself,9| diagnosing through his eustacetube that it was to make with a markedly
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postpuberal hyperpituitary type of Heidelbergmannleich cavern ethics, lufted his slopingforward, bad |9him Sweatagore9| good murrough and dublnotch on to it as he was greedly obliged, and like a sensible ham|9, with infinite tact in the delicate situation seen the touchy nature of its perilous theme,9| thanked um for guilders received and the time of day (not a little token abock all the same that that was owl the God's clock it was) and went about his business, whoever it was, saluting corpses, as a metter of corse (one could hound him out had one hart to, for the monticules of scalp and dandruff droppings blaze his trail), accompanied by his trusty snarler and his permanent reflection, verbigracious: I have met with you, bird, too late, or if not, too worm and early: and repeated |9with tag for ildiotº9| in his secondmouth language as many of the bigtimer's verbaten words which he could balbly call to memory that same kveldeve|9, ere the hour of |shthe twattering of bards in the twitterlitter between Druidia and the Deepsleep Sea,sh|9| when suppertide and souvenir to Charlatan Mall jointly kem gently and along the quiet darkenings of Grand and Royal, ff, flitmansfluh, and, kk, 't crept i' hedge whenas to many a softtongue's pawkytalk mude unswer u sufter poghyyogh, while|9, |shstudying castelles in
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the blowne and studding cowshots over the noran
9| he spat in careful convertedness about his hearthstone, if you pleases (Irish saliva, mawshe dho hole, but would a respectable prominently connected fellow with welldressed ideas who knew the correct thing such as Mr Shallwesigh or Mr Shallwelaugh expectorate after such a callous fashion, no, thank yous! when he had his belcher spuckertuck in his pucket, pthuck?), musefed with his thockits after having supped of the dish sot and pottage which he snobbishly dabbed Peach Bombay, a supreme of excelling peas balled into whitemalt winesour, a proviand the littlebilker hoarsely relished, chaff it, in the raw season, being as fain o't as your rat wi' fennel; and on this celebrating
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occasion of the happy escape, for a crowning of pot valiance, his regional platter, benjamin of bouillis, was marrying itself |9(porkograso!)º9| very deluxiously with a bottle of Phenice-Bruerie '98, followed for second nuptials by a Piessporter, Grand Cru, of both of which cherished tablelights he obdurately sniffed the cobwebcrusted corks.

Our cad's bit of strife (knee Bareniece Maxwelton) with a quick ear for spittoons (as the aftertale hath it) gleaned up as usual with dumbestic husbandry but broke of the matter among a hundred and eleven others in her usual curtsey (how faint these first vhespers womanly are amad the den of their manfolken!) the next night nudge one over o cup a' chee|9, |shher eys dry and small and speech thicklishsh| |shbecause he appeared a funny coloursh| like he couldn't stood that they old hens no longer,9| to her particular reverend, the director, whom she had been meaning in her mind primarily to speak with, trusting, between cuppled lips and annie laurie promises, that the |9report gossiple9| so delivered in his epistolear|9, |shburied teatoatsally in their Irish stewsh|,º9| would slip no further than his jesuit's cloth, yet it was this overspoiled priest, Mr Browne, disguised as a vicentian, who, when seized of the facts, was overheard, in his secondary personality as a Nolan, and by accident — if, that is, the incident was an accident — to pianissime a slightly varied version of Crookedrib's confidentials |9(what Mère Aloyse said but for |aJesephine's Jesuphine'sa| sake!)9|, hands between hahands, in fealty sworn |9(my bravor best! my fraur!)9|, and|9, to the strains of The Secret of Her Birth,º9| hushly pierce the rubiend aurellam of one Philly Thurnston, a layteacher of rural science and orthophonethics of a nearstout figure and about the middle
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of his forties, during a priestly flutter for safe and sane bets at the hippic runfields of breezy Baldoyle on a date |9(W. W. goes through the |~Kard cardº~|)9| easily capable of rememberance by all pickersup of events national and Dublin details|9, the doubles of Perkin and Paullock, peer and prole,9| when the classic Encourage Hackney Plate was captured by two noses in a stablecloth finish|9, ekº and nek, some and none, evelo nevelo,9| from |9the cream colt,9| Bold Boy Cromwell after a clever getaway by Captain Chaplain Blount's roe hinny Saint Dalough (Drummer Coxon |9nondepict9| third) at breakneck odds, thanks to you, great little|9, bonny little, portey littleº9| Winny Widger! |9you're all their nappies!9| who in his neverrip mud and purpular cap was surely leagues unlike any other phantomweight that ever toppit our timber maggies.

It was two coves of the name of Treacle Tom, as was just out of pop following the theft of a leg of Kehoe, Donnelly and Pakenham's Finnish pork, and his own blood and milk brother Frisky Shorty |9(he was, to be exquisitely punctilious about them, both shorty and frisky)9|, a tipster come off the hulks, both of them awful poor, what was out on the bumaround for an oofbird game for a jimmy o'goblin or a small thick un as chanced|9, while the Seaforths was making the colleenbawl,9| to ear wick their own hears the passon in the motor clobber make use of his law language |9(Edzo, Edzo on)º9| touchin the case of Mr Adams what was in all the sundays about it which he was rubbing noses with and having a gurgle off his own along of the butty bloke in the specs.

This Treacle Tom, to whom reference has been made, had been absent from his usual wild and woolly haunts |9in the |shland of counties capalleenssh|9| for some time previous to that (he was, in fact, in the habit of frequenting common lodginghouses where he slept in a nude state, hailfellow with meth, in strange men's cots) but on racenight, blotto after divers tots of rum and blue ruin, |9supplied by the Duck and |aDog Doggiesa|, the Galopping Primrose, Brigid Brewster's, the Cock, the Postboy's Horn,
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the Little Old Man's and, all swell that aimswell,º the Cup and the Stirrup,º
9| he sought his wellwarmed |9bed leababobed9| in a housingroom Abide With Oneanother at Block W.W. |9(why didn't he back it?)9|, Pump Court, The Liberties, and|9, what with moltapuke on voltapuke,9| resnored alcoh alcoho alcoherently |9to the burden of |shI come, my horse delayed,ºsh| nom, num,9| the substance of the tale of the evangelical bussybozzy |9and the
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rusinurbean (the “girls”º he would keep calling them for the collarette and skirt, the sunbonnet and carnation)
9| in parts |9(it seemed he was before the eyots of martas or otherwales the thirds of fossilyears, he having beham with katya when lavinias had her mens lease to sea in a pumpshipº doodly show whereat he was looking for fight niggers with whilde |aroars roarsesa|)9| oft in the chilly night |9(the metagonistic! the |shepickthalamoroussh|!)9| during uneasy slumber in their hearings of a small and stonybroke cashdraper's ex-executive, Peter Cloran (discharged), O'Mara, an ex-private secretary of no fixed abode (locally known as Mildew Lisa) who had passed several nights, funnish enough, in a doorway under the blankets of homelessness on the bunk of icelond, pillowed upon the stone of destiny colder than man's knee or woman's breast, and Hosty, an illstarred beachbusker who, sans rootie and sans scrapie, feeling as how he was on the verge of selfabyss with melancoholia over everything in general, had been tossing on his shakedown, devising ways and manners of means of somehow or other getting a hold of some chap's parabellum in the hope of taking a wing sociable and lighting upon a dive somewhere off the Dullkey Downlairy and Bleakrooky tramaline where he could go and blow the sibicidal napper off himself in peace and quietude, he |9having been after having being9| trying all he knew |9with the lady's help of Madam |aGristle Grisstleºa|9| for upwards of eighteen colanders to get out of Sir Patrick Dun's, through Sir Humphrey Jervis's and into |9the Saint Kevin's bed in the9| Adelaida's hosspittles |9(from
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these incurable welleslays |a|band among thoseb| uncarable wellasdays |b|cfor throughc|b| Sant Iago |bby hisb| cocklehatºa| good Lazarº deliver us!)
9| without |9after9| having been able to |9wangle jerrywangle9| it anysides. Lisa |9O'Dara O'Deavis9| and Roche |9Moran Mongan9| (who had so much incommon, |9epipsychidically,º9| if the phrase be permitted, hostis et odor insuper petroperfractus) as an understood thing slept |9their sleep of the swimborne9| in the one |9tumblerbunk sweet undulant mother of tumblerbunks9| with Hosty just how the shavers in the shaw|9, theº yokels in the yoats or, well, the wasters in the wilde,9| and the bustling tweeny dawn-of-all-works |9(meed of anthems here we pant!)9| had not been many jiffies furbishing potlids, doorbrasses, scholars' applecheeks and linkboys' metals when the rejuvenated busker (for after a goodnight's rave and rumble with his coexes he was not the same man) and his broadawake bedroom suite |9(our boys, as our Byron called them)9| were up and ashuffle |9from the hogshome they lovenaned The Barrel,9| cross Ebblinn's chilled hamlet (their routes and restings on their then
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superficies curiously correspondent with those lines and puncta where our tubenny habenny metro maniplumbs below the oberflake underrails and stations at this time of riding) to the thrummings of a crewth fiddle which|9, cremoaning and cronauning, levey grevey, |awippy wittya| and wevey, appy, leppy and playable,9| caressed the ears of the subjects of King Saint Finnerty the Festive, who, in brick homes of their own and in their flavory fraiseberry beds, |9heeding hardly cry of honeyman, sweetº lavender of or foyneboyne salmon alive,9| with their priggish mouths all open |9for the larger appraisiation of this longawaited Messiagh of roaratorios9|, were only halfpast |9asleep alsweeeep9|, and, after |9a brisk pause |shat a pawnbroking establishment for the |aprothetica| purpose of redeeming the songster's truly admirable false teethsh| and9| a prolonged visit to a house of call|9, fizz, the Old Sots' Hole9| |9in at9| Cujas Place |9inº the parish of Saint Cecily within the liberty of Ceolmore9| not a thousand or one national leagues|9, that was, by Griffith's valuation,º9| from the site of the statue of Primewer Glasstone setting a match to the march of a maker (last of the stewards peut-être), where, the tale rambles
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along, the trio of whackfolthediddlers was joined by a further-intentions-apply-tomorrow casual and a decent sort of the hadbeen variety who had just been touching the weekly insult, phew it, and all figblabbers had stimulants in the shape of gee and gees stood by the damn decent sort after which stag luncheon and a few ones more just to celebrate yesterday, flushed with their firestufffostered friendship, the rascals came out of the licensed premises (Browne first, the small p.s. ex-ex-executive capahand in their sad rear like a lady's postscript: I want money. Pleasend.) wiping their laughleaking lipes on their sleeves, |9how the bouckaleens shout their roscan generally (seinn fion, seinn fion's araun!),º9| and the |9|+rhymers'+|9| world was |9|+with reason+|9| the richer for a wouldbe ballad, to the balladeer of which the world |9of |shcumannity singingsh|9| owes a tribute for having placed on the planet's melomap his lay of the vilest bogeyer but most attractionable avatar the world has ever had to explain for.

This, more krectly, lubeen |9or |shfellow-me-liederºsh|9| was first poured forth under the shadow of the monument of the shouldhavebeen legislator (Eleutheriodendron! Spare, woodmann, spare!) to an overflow meeting of all the nations in Lenster fullyfilling the visional area and|9, as a singleminded supercrowd,9| easily representative|9, what with masks, whet with faces,9| of all sections and cross sections |9(wineshop and cocoahouse poured out to brim up the broaching)9| of our liffeyside people (to omit mention of the mainland minority and such as had wayfared via Watling, Ernin, Icknild and Stane: in chief a halted cockney car with its quotal of Hardmuth's hacks, a northern tory, a southern whig, an eastanglian chronicler and a landwester guardian) ranging
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from slips of young dublinos from Cutpurse Row having nothing better to do than walk about with their hands in their kneepants|9, sucking airwhackers, weedulicet, jumbobricks,9| side by side with truant officers, three woollen balls and poplin in search of a croust of pawn to busy professional gentlemen, a brace of palesmen with dundrearies|9|+, nooning toward Daly's,+|9| fresh from snipehitting and mallardmissing on Rutland Heath, exchanging cold sneers, massgoing
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ladies from Hume Street in their chairs, |9the bearers baited,9| some wandering hamalegs out of the adjacent cloverfields of Mosse's Gardens, an oblate father from Skinner's Alley, bricklayers, a fleming in tabinet, fumant, with spouse and dog, an aged hammersmith who had some chisellers by the hand, |9a bout of cudgel players,9| not a few sheep with the braxy, two bluecoat scholars, four broke gents out of Simpson's on the Rocks, |9a portly and a pert still tassing Turkey coffeeº and orange shrub in Hickey'sº door,9| Peter Pim and Paul Fry and then Elliot and, O, Atkinson, suffering hell's delights from the blains of their annuitants' |9horns acorns9|, not forgetting a deuce of dianas ridy for the hunt, a particularist prebendary pondering on the roman easter, the tonsure question and greek uniates, plunk em, |9a lace lappet head or two or three |aor foura| from a window,9| and so on down to a few good old souls |9who,º |aas they were juiceda| after taking their pledge over at the uncle's place, were9| evidently under the spell of liquor |9from the wake of Tarry the Tailor9|, a fair girl, a jolly postboy thinking off three flagons and one, a halfsir from the weaver's almshouse who clings and clings and clings to her, a wholedam's, cloudhued pittycoat as child, as curiolater, as Caoch O'Leary.

The wararrow went round, so it did |9(a nation wants a gaze)9|, and the ballad, on a slip of blancovide and headed by an excessively rough and red woodcut, privately printed at the rimepress of Delville, soon fluttered its secret on white highway and brown byway to the rose of the winds and the blew of the gaels, from green archway to gold lattice and from black hand to pink ear, village crying to village, through the five pussyfours of the united states of Scotia Picta — and he who denayes it, may his hairs be rubbed in dirt!

To the added strains |9(so peacifold)º9| of his majesty the flute|9, that onecrooned king of |saunscrewments inscrewments|b, Piggott's purest, ciello alsoliuto,b|sa|9| which |9Delaney Mr Delaney |sa(Mr Delacey?)sa|, horn9|, anticipating a perfect downpour of plaudits among the rapsods, |9drew piped9| out of his decentsoort hat, looking still more like his |9purseyful9| namesake as men noted the
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snowycrested curl amoist |9his the leader's9| wild and moulting hair, |9“Ductor”º9| Hitchcock hoisted his fezzy fuzz at bludgeon's height|9, signum to his
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companions of the chalice,º
9| for |9“the Loud Fellow, boys”º and9|silentium in curia!” (our maypole once more where he rose of old!) and the canto was chantied there|9, chorussedº and christened,º9| by the old tollgate|9, Saint Annona's Street and Church9|.

And around the lann the rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty made. |9Spoken. Boyles and Cahills, Skerretts and Pritchards, viersified and piersified,º may the treeth we tale of live in stoney. Here linesº the refrains of. |aSome vote him Vike, some mote him Mike, some dub him Llyn and Phin while others hail him Lug, Bug, Dan,º Lop, Lex, Lax, Gunne or Guinn. Some apt him Arth, some bapt him Barth, Coll, Noll, Soll, Will, Wellº, Wall,º but I parse him Persse O'Reilly else he's called no name at all. |bAll together. Together.b|a|9| Arrah, leave it to Hosty, frosty Hosty, leave it to Hosty for he's the mann to rhyme the rann, the rann, the rann, the king of all wranns. Have you here? |9(Someº ha)9| Have we where? |9(Someº hant)9| Have you hered? |9(Othersº do)9| Have we whered? |9(Othersº dont)9| It's cumming! It's brumming! The clip, the clop! |9(All cla) |saGlass|9| THE (klikka­klakka­klaska­klopatz­klatscha­batta­creppy­crotty­graddagh­semmih­sammih­nouithappluddyappladdypkonpkot!)

(as sung by Phoblacht)
Music by O. Gianni! blank Words by A. Hames¡

|9Ardite, arditi!
Music cue.

Sh sh sh! Sh sh sh! Sh! Sh! Sh!

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Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall,

|9(Chorus)9| Of the Magazine Wall,

Hump, helmet and all?

He was one time our king of the castle
Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip
And from Green Street he'll be sent by order of His Worship
To the penal jail of Mountjoy,

|9(Chorus)9| To the jail of Mountjoy.

Jail him and joy.

He was fafafather of all schemes for to bother us
Slow coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,
Mare's milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,
Openair love and religion's reform,

|9(Chorus)9| And religious reform,

Hideous in form.

Arrah, why, says you, couldn't he manage it?
I'll go bail, my fine dairyman darling,
Like the bumping bull of the Cassidys
All your butter is in your horns.

|9(Chorus)9| His butter is in his horns.

Butter his horns!


|9(Repeat)9| Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt on ye|9,!º9| |9rhyme Rhymeº9| the rann, the king of all ranns!

|9Balbaccio, balbuccio!º9|

We had |9chaw chaw9| chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chickenpox and china chambers
Universally provided by this softsoaping salesman.
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Small wonder He'll Cheat E'erawan our local lads nicknamed him
When Chimpden first took the floor

|9(Chorus)9| With his bucketshop store

Down Bargainweg, Lower.
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So snug he was in his hotel premises sumptuous
But soon we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumpery
And 'tis short till Sheriff Clancy'll be winding up his unlimited company
With the bailiff's bom at the door,

|9(Chorus)9| Bimbam at the door.

Then he'll bum no more.

Sweet bad luck on the waves washed to our island
The hooker of that hammerfast viking
And Gall's curse on the day when Eblana Bay
Saw his black and tan man-o'-war,

|9(Chorus)9| Saw his man-o'-war

On the harbour bar.

Where from? roars Poolbeg. Cookingha'pence, he bawls, Donnezmoi scampitle, wick an wipin' fampiny
Fingal MacOscar Onesime Bargearse Boniface
Thok's min gammelhole Norveegickes moniker
Og as ay are at gammelhole Norveegickes cod.

|9(Chorus)9| A Norwegian camelold cod.

He is, begod.

Lift it, Hosty, lift it, ye devil ye! Up with the rann, the rhyming rann!

It was during some freshwater garden pumping
Or, according to the Nursing Mirror, while admiring the monkeys
That our heavyweight heathen Humpharey
Made bold a maid to woo.

|9(Chorus)9| Woohoo, what'll she doo!

The general lost her maidenloo!
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He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher,
For to go and shove himself that way on top of her.
Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue
Of our antediluvial zoo,

|9(Chorus)9| Messrs Billing and Coo.

Noah's larks, good as noo.

He was joulting by Wellinton's monument
Our rotorious hippopopotamuns
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When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus
And he caught his death of fusiliers,

|9(Chorus)9| With his rent in his rears.

Give him six years.

'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children
But look out for his missus legitimate!
When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker
Won't there be earwigs on the green?

|9(Chorus)9| Big earwigs on the green,

The largest ever you seen.

|9Suffoclose! Shikespower! Seudodanto! Anonymoses!9|

Then we'll have a free trade Gaels' band and mass meeting
For to sod the brave son of Scandiknavery
And we'll bury him down in Oxmanstown
Along with the devil and Danes,

|9(Chorus)9| With the deaf and dumb Danes,

And all their remains.

And not all the king's men nor his horses
Will resurrect his corpus
For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell

|9(bis)9| That's able to raise a Cain.