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Chuffy was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like likening. Fools top! Singty sangty meeky loose, defendy nous |1in prayley boos from prowlabouts1|. Make a shine on the curst. Emem.

But the duvlim sulph was in Glugger, that lost-to-lurning. Punct. He was sbuffing and sputing, tussing like anisine, whipping his eysoult and gmatsching his teats over the brividies from existers and the outher liubbocks of life. |s1He halth kelchychosenº a clayblade and makes prayses to his
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s1| To part from thees, my corsets, is into overlusting fear. Acts of feet, hoof and jarrety. Djowl, uphere!

Aminxt that nombre of evelings, but, how pierceful in their sojestiveness, were those first girly stirs, with zitterings of flight releashed and twinglings of twitchbells in rondel after, with waverings that made shimmershake rather nightily all the duskscended airs and shylit beaconings from shehind hims back. Sammy, call
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on! Bopeeps, she was shuffering all the diseasinesses of the unherd of. Mary Louisan Shousapinas! If Arck could no more salve his agnols from the wiles of willy woolly woolf! If all the signics of her dipandump helpabit could not that glugg to catch her by the calour of her brideness! Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; not Esmeralde, |1Pervenche Pervinca1| nor Indra; not Viola even nor all of them four themes over. But up tighty in the front, down again in the loose, drim and drunning on her back and a pop from her whistle. What is that, O holytroopers?

Up he stulpled glee you gee with search a mug did die near sea, beamy owen and calmy hugh, and if you think of a jink for me I will thingofajig for you.

|1⇒ And they are met, face a facing. They are set,º force to force. And no such |aCopenhague-Marengoa| was less so fated |afor scenea| a fall since in Glenasmole of Thrushes |aPatrizi Patch Whytea| passed O'Sheen.1|

Arrest thee|1|+, scaldbrother+|1|! came the evangelion|1|+, sabre accusant,+| |+from all Saint Joan's Woodº to kill or maim him,+|1| and be dumm but ill s'arrested. |1|+|aAnd Eta| would proffer to his delected one the his trifle from the grass.+|1|

|1|+⇒ A space. Who are you? The cat's mother. A time. What do you lack? The look of a queen.+|1|

|1|++|1| But what is that which one is going to prehend? seeks buzzling is brains the feinder.

He askit of the hoothed fireshield but it was untergone into the matthued heaven. He soughed it from the luft but that bore ne mark ne message. He luked upon the floregrund where barely his corns were growning. At last he listed back to beckline how she pranked alone so johntily.

With nought a wired from the wordless either.

Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther. Truly deplurabel! A dire, O dire! And all the freightfulness whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Sometime towerable! With that hehry antlets on him and the baublelight bulching out of his sockets whiling away she sprankled his allover with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack a lock and pass the poker, please: so that Glugg, the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness he could scares of all knotknow whither his murder had bourst a blabber or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly his skool missed her. |1|+Misty's trompe or midst his flooting?+|1| Ah, ho! |1|+Cicely, awe!+|1|

The |1yeung youngly delightsome1| frilles-in-pleyurs are now showen drawen, if bud one, or, if in florileague, drawens up |1consociately1| at the rare sight of their commoner guardian. Her boy fiend, or theirs, if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour sinking how he must fend for himself by gazework what their colours wear as they are all showen drawens up. |1|+Tireton, cacheton, tireton, basº!+| Doth that not satisfy youth, sir? O quantyº purty bellasº here, Madama Lifay! And what are you going to charm them to, Madama, do say? |aCinderinella Cinderynellya| angled her slipper; it was |aquite choo choa| chiny yet braught her a groom.1| |+1He At next lineupº heº+|1| will angskt of them from their commoner |+1guardian, who guardianº (who+|1| is really the rapier of the two espacially for he bandishes it with his hand the hold |+1time, time, mamain)º+|1| a simply gratious: |1|+O la!º+| |+|aAs he relooses andº reloosea| that thong off his art:+|1| Hast thou feel liked carbunckley ones? Apun which |1|+his |aprecoxity poohoor pricoxitya|+|1| theirs
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is a little tittertit of hilarity |1|+(|alad-o'-me-sole Lad-o'-me-soulºa|! Lad-o'-me-soul, see!)+|1| and |+1he the wordchary+|1| is atvoiced |1|+ringsoundinglyº+|1| by their toots enssembled|1|+,º though not meaning to be clever |abut just with a shrug of their hipsa|,º+|1| to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that's tory to the ulstramarines. |1|+Otherwhys they insinuate quiet private he make peace in his preaches and play with esteem.+|1|

|1|+Warewolff! Olff! Toboo!+|1|

So |+1off olff+|1| for his topheetuck the rogue made raid, aslick aslegs would run, and he ankered on his hunker with the belly belly prest. Asking: What's my muffinstuffinaches for thease times? To weat: Breath and bother and
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whatarcurss. Then breath more bother and more whatarcurss. Then no breath no bother but worrworrums. And Shim shallave shome.

As Rigagnolina to Montagnone, what she meaned he could not can. All she meaned was golten sylvup, all she meaned was some knight's ploung jamn. |1|+It's driving her dafft like he's so dumnb.+|1| If he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk |1as thought Yatemanº hat stuck hits stick athroughtº his spokeº1| and if he |1wooed not wooled nut1| woory so! |1|+|aHee.a| Speak, sweety bird! Though I |adida| ate turfº I'm not the bogmother.+|1|

— Have you monbreamstone?


— Or Hellfeuersteyn?


— Or Van Diemen's coral pearl?


He has lost.

Off to clutch, Glugg! Forewheel! Shape your reres, Glugg! Forweal! Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff's inner seven: all's rice with their whirl!

Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She'd promised he'd eye her. To try up her pretti. But now it's so longed and so fared and so forth. |1|+Jerry for jauntings. Alabye! Fled.+|1|

|1|+⇒ The Hopes they felt so elpliss, every waiting for her one that all left for Dolorado and now there was none.+|1|

Poor |+1Isad sits Isa sidsº+|1| a glooming, so gleaming in the gloaming|1|+; the |atinsel tincellesa| a touch tarnished |amakes makea| no lovelinoise |around awoundºa| her |aneck swan'sa|+|1|. |1Hey, lass! Woefear gleamsº she so glooming this pooripathete Isoldeº? |+Her beauman's gone of a cool. Be good enough to |asymperise with her. symperise.a|+| If he's at anywhere she's therefor to join him. If it's to nowhere she's going to |atooa|. |+Butº if he'll go to be a son to France's she'll stay daughter of Clare. |aBring tansy, throw vervevain, strew rue, rue, rue.a|+|1| She is fading out like Journee's clothes so you can't see her now. Still we know how Day the Dyer works, in dims and deeps and dusks and darks. And among the shades that Eve's now wearing she'll meet anew fiancy, tryst and trow. |1|+Mammy was, Mimmy is, Minuscoline's to be. In the Dee dips a dame and the dame desires a daughter but the daughter dresses dolly and the dolly does a dimple. The same renew.+|1| For though she's unmerried she'll after truss up and help that hussyband how to hop. Hip it and romp it and chirrub and sing. Lord Chuffy's sky sheraph and Glugg's got to swing.
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So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, for they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an angel's garland.

Catchmire stockings, libertyed garters, shoddyshoes quicked out with selver. Pennyfeir caps on pinnyfore frocks and a ring on her somefing finger. And they leap so looply, looply, as they link to light. And they look so loovely, loovelit, |+1all noosed+|1| in a nuptious night. Withasly glints in. Andecoy glants out. They ramp it a little, a lessle, a lissle. Then romp rightround in rout.

|1|+Say them all, but tell them apart, abelward from Haloeyes!+|1| R is Rubretta and A is Arancia, Y is for Yilla and N for Greenerin. B is Boyblue with odalisque O while W waters the fleurettes of novembrance. Though they're all but merely a schoolgirl yet these way went they. |1|+In th' view of th' avenue dancing goes entrancing roundly. Miss Oodles of Anems before the luvium doeslike. So. And then again doeslike so. And Missº Endles of eons efter dies
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of Eirae doeslike. So. And then again doeslike. So. |aThe many wiles of winsure.

|1|++|1| The |+1grocer's wife |agroceress's wife grocer's bawda|+|1| she slips her hand in the haricot bag, the lady in waiting sips her sup from the paraffin can, |s1Mrs the Doctor runs out on the road the moment she hears of Mrs Wildhare Quickdoctor helts her skelts up the casuaway the flasht instict she herds ifs1| a tinkle of tunder, the widow Magrievy she knits cats' cradles, this bountiful actress |1hides a sixpence leashes a harrier1| under her tongue, and here's the girl who |1she she's1| kneeled in coldfeshion and |s1told she's tooldºs1| her priest |s1she spat on a chop (spt!) she's pot on a chap,ºs1| and this lass not least |s1she's a very rich this this rickissimes1| woman who she writes foot fortunes |1ever and money times1| over in the nursery dust with her capital thumb. |1|+Buzz.+| |+All runaway sheep bound back bopeep, trailing their teensº behind them.+|1| And these ways wend they. And those ways wend they. Winnie, Olive and Beatrice, Nelly and Ida, Amy and Rue. Here they come back, all the gay pack, for they are the florals, from foncey and pansey to papavere's blush, forsake-me-nought, while there's leaf there's hope, with primtim's ruse and marrymay's blossom, all the flowers of the ancelles' garden.

But |+1vicereversing vicereversi+| |+thereout+| |+from those pinks of perfection+| to anger arbour|+,º greened with woad,º+|1| what tornaments of |1|+complementary+|1| rages racked the |+1divlun's divlunº from his+|1| punchpoll |1|+to his tummy's shentre+|1| as he displaid all the oathword science of his visible disgrace! |1|+He was feeling so funny and floored for the cue, all over all which girls as he don't know whose hue. If goosseys gazious would but fain smile him a smile he would fondling a praise he ate some nice bit of fluff. But no geste reveals the unconnouth.+| |+|aThey were |bBut Andb| they'reºa| all odds against him|a, the beastiesa|. Scratch. Start.+|1|

|1|++|1| He dove his head into Wat Murrey, gave Stewart Ryall a puck on the plexus, wrestled a hurry-come-union with the Gille Beg, wiped all his sinses, martial and menial, out of Shrove Sundy MacFearsome, excremuncted
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as freely as any frothblower into |+1MacAlister MacIsaacº+|1|, had a belting bout, chaste to chaste, with McAdoo abutt nothing, and |1|++(childhood's age being aye the shameless),++|1| inbraced himself for any time untellable
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with what hung over from the MacSiccaries of the Breeks. |1|+Home!+|1|

|1|++|1| Allwhile |1|++preying in his mind ++|1| he swure. He would split. |1|+|aDo He doa| big squeal |++like holyº Trichepatte++|.+| |++Seek hellswhereº absolation.++| |+|aHe take skiff with three shirts and a wind«++, the B bruce, the coriolano and the |saMachiavel Macchiavelsa|s++|.a| He would wholehog himself care of in Pencylmania|a, Bretish |++Armerica. Armerica, to melt Mrs Gloria of the Bunkers' Tryst, recorporated |a,º quit to catch the Paname-Turricum and regain |bhis thatb| tarry easty, his città immediataº, by an alley and detour|b, |cwithº farecardc| awailable for getrennty years, like holy Trichepatteb|. From the safe side of distance! Liberaº nostalgia! Sancti Laurentie |bO'Tulie! O'Tuli!ºb| Euro pra nobis!ºa|++|a|+| |+He would fire off his farced epistol to the hibruws.+| |s+No more |++turdenscaulds turdenskaulds++|! Free leaves for ebribadies! All tinsammon in the
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yord! |~And With~| harm and aches till Farther alters! Wild primates not stop him.s+| Nom de plume!º |+Gout strap |aFenlands Fenlannsa|! |aAnd send Jarge for Mary Inklenders.a|+| |+|sxFor he is the general, make no mistake in he. He is General |~Ginglesome Jinglesome~|.
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|1|+Go in for scribenery |awith the satiety of arthursa| |ain S.P.Q.R.isha|+|1| |+1Inform and inform+|1| to the old sniggering publicking press |1|+and its nation of sheepcopers |aabout the whole plighty troth between them, she, the |++great lalage of lyonesses++|, and him, her knave arranta|+|1|. |1|+For all within crystal range.+|1|

|1|++| Ukalepe. |aLoth to eater. Loathers' Laveº.a| Topheta in Patria.º The Luncher Out. Skilly and Carubdish. A Wondering Rogue. From the Mermaids' Tavern. Bullyfamous. Naughseecalvesº. Mother of Misery. |+Gentleman into Pig. Walpurgas Nackt.+|1|

|1|+⇒ He would bare to untired |~world. world~|+|1| |+1How |~How how~|+|1| Wholephallows, his guffer, |1|+the sabbatarian «++(might faction split his beard!)s++|,+|1| he had a greak big oh in the megafundum of his tomashunders and how Her Lettyshape, his gummer, |1that congealieelº consort,1| she had never cissied waking malters among the jemassons since the cluft that meataxe delt her made her microchasm as gap as down low. |1|+|aAnd Soa| they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his |aunread backwards all had breakfast as usual tallibontº they all hadº tiffins for teaºa|.+|1| He would jused sit it all write down just as he would jused |+1to+|1| set it up all |1|+writefu writhefully+|1| |+1right rate in blotchº and voide +|1| seeing how heartsilly sorey he was, owning to the condrition of his bikestool. And |1|+reading off his fleshskin and writing with his quillbone,+|1| fillfull nine quires with it for his |+1auditers auditers,+|1| Caxton and Pollock, a most moraculous jeerymyhead |1|+under the |apatronage presidencya| of the suchess of sceauonsceauº,+|1| about whose told his innersense |1|+|sawhen he was a weanlingsa| and why he was off colour+|1| and how he was ambothed upon by the very spit of himself first on the cheakside by Michelangelo and then on the owld jowly side by Bill C. Babby, and the localmotoe why they eggspilled him out of his homety |1|+dometyº narrowedknee+|1| domum |1|+because all his creature comfort was in anarkº and he wouldº not join the flood of cecialism+|1| and the |+1bes best+|1| and schortest way of blacking out a caughtalook of all the sorrors of Sexton |1|+until |athey would meet he would accoster as a wagoner would his wheesindonk |bon atb| their trista| in Parisise after tourments of years, loaves cast out on waters, |aMonsieur Mondamoiseaua| of — and Mademoiselleº from Armentières+|1|. With|1|+, forº his coronachionº,+|1| tears such as engines weep. |1|+Was liffe worth leaving? Nej!+|1|

|1|+(Arty,º reminiscensitive, dreaming largesse of lifesighs |afor his overa| early lived offs.+|1|

My Cod, alas, that dear old |+1dumty home tumtum |adome homea|+|1|
Whereof in youthfood's port I preyed
Amonk thy verdigrassy convinct wallsall dazed
And cloitered for amourmeant in thy boosome shede!

(1(+Byfall? Amaidst those pnnnifores? Here, here there hilarities!+)1)

(1(+Lame, get duck and drake your lives and fake your lie and rake your lice! Tame, get luck and take your likes while madsomer nighs into dawning!+)1)

(1(+And him, unwinged one!+)1)

|1|+His mouthfull of ecstasyº,+|1| |+1Hereapong hereapongº |a(maladventure!)a|+|1| shot pinging upthrough the errorooth of his wisdom as thought it had been zawhen intwo. Wholly's anguish blooded up disconvulsing the fixtures of his fizz. Apang which his temporychewer med him a crazy chump of a Haveajube Sillsyass. |1|+Joshua c Croesus, son of Nunn! Though he shall live for millions of years a life of billions of years, he shall not forget it.+|1| Howlsbawls|+1, like and bloody acres! Like+|1| gnawthing unheardh!

|1|+But, by Jobe,º |aheaven Chronides, Seed |bofb| Summ, itº was soon that|b, thatb| he, that hea| rehad himself.+|1|
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He threwed his fit up to his aers, roled his polygone eyes, snivelled from the snose and blew the guff out of his hornypipe. |1Lookeryº looks |awhat howa| he's knots in his entrails! Mookery mooks it's a |sagrip grippesa| of his gripes. |aPeepery peep Seekeryseeksa| |awhat whya| his biting he's head off?
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Cokerycokes, it's his spurt of coal. |+The worst is over. Wait!+| |aAnd Fora| he would |adeal himself himself deala| a treatment as |amay mighta| be trusted in anticipation of his inculmination unto fructificationº for the major operation. Whenº her message |acomes |shinterskipssh|a| from them |+, aº butterfly from her handbag +|. I have soreunder from to him now, |+O,+| dearmate ashore, |aso,a| |+Oº+| so comepleasely.,º |+|athough I'd much rather not,a| Pepette,º+| till I can get redressed.º Like things are,º |+it great great great m.ds. is all in vincibles,º which means the end of my stays in the languish of |aTintaggle Tingtangleºa|+|. |+Is you zealous |aof mesa|, brother? Did you boo moiety lowd? |aYou suppoted to be theº |bon conditionallyb| reejectedº?a| Satanly, lade!+| |+|x|aSo can Cana| that sobstuff, Whingeywilly. Stopº up|a, mavroseº,a| and sit in my lap.º

|1|+|aNow a run for his money! Now a dash to her dot!a| Like a waft |athe toa| wingweary oneº |aor a sos to a coastguarda|.+|1| |+1Then For+| directly1| with his whoop, stoop and an upalepsy |1|+didando a tishy, in appreciablyº less time than it takes a glaciator to submerger an Atlangthis,+|1| was he again |1|+agob+|1| before the trembly ones, |1trancefigured |+transefigured a spark's gap off+|,1| gotten up |+1like a simplasailar in a simplasailormadeº+|1| and shaking the storm out of his hiccup. |1The smartest vessel you could find, would |aelizalee elazileea| him on her knee as |saa hersa| lucky for the Rio Grande.1| He's a pigtail tarr
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and if he hadn't got it toothick he'd a telltale
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tall of his pitcher on a wall with his photure in the papers for cutting moutonlegs and capers letting on he'd jest be papers and his tail cooked up.

|1|+⇒ Goal!º It's one by its length.+|1|

Angelinas, hide from light those hues that your ain beau may bring to night! Though down to your dowerstrip he's bent to knee he maun't know ledgings here.

For a haunting way will go and you need not make your mow. Find the frenge for frocks and translace it into shocks of such as touch with show and show.

He is guessing at hers for all he is worse|1|+, the seagoer+|1|. Hark to his wily geeses goosling by, and playfair, lady. |1|+And note that they who will for exile say canº for dog while them that stops won't leave ingle end says now for know.+|1|

|1⇒ For he faulters how hehatesº to trouble them withbut.º1|

— Haps thee |1ore candy jaoneofergs1|?

|+1Now. Nao.+|1|

— Haps thee mayjaunties?

|+1Nowhow. Naohao.+|1|

— Haps thee per causes nunsibelli?

|+1Nowhowhow. Naohaohao.+|1|


And he did a |+1get; get and slink his hook away.+|1| |+1for For+|1| he could chew upon a skarp snakk of pure undefallen engelsk as raskly and as baskly as your cow cudd spanich. He had his sperrits all foulen on him; |1|+to vet, most unread griposly,+|1| he was bedizzled and debuzzled; |1|+he had his tristiest |acabalier cabaleera| on;+|1| and he looked like bruddy Hal. |1|+A shelling a |aday to be cockshy cockshy and be donkeya| shot at? Or a peso besant to join the armada?+|1| But|1|+, |aSan Sina| Sho |aShowpancy Showpanzaa|,º+|1| could annybroddy have looked twinsomer than the kerl he left behind him? |1|+Candidatus, viridosus, aurilucens, sinelab!º+|1| How he stud theirs
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|+1so mookst+|1| kevinly, |1|+inwreathed of his nearcissiesº,+|1| a mickly dazzley |1|+eely oily+|1|, with his gamecox spurts and his smile likuid glue, whiles his host of faceful spritties they went peahenning around him in neuchoristic congressulations, |1|+quite |apussa| purringly excited +|1| allauding to him by all the licknames in the litany |1with |aterm the termsa| in which no little |+woman dulsy nane nayer+| ever thinks about implying except to her |+future future's yeaº+|1| and sending him perfumed prayerpuffs to |1setisfire more then to teaseve (shall we help you to rigolect a bit?) that he|+, the finehued, the fairhaired, the farahead,+| mightº1| bouchesave unto each but everyone the havemercyonhurs of his kissier licence. |1|+Meaning: |xSure we know youº like latin with |aesses essiesa| impures.x| tell that old bellows to below up theº tumtum |aergon ergana| and give us a gust of his gushy old. Goof!+|1|

|1|+A |alongºa| pause.º |aand then Thena|:+|1|

|1|+Xanthos! Xanthos! Xanthos!+|1| We think to thine, mighty innocent, that diddest bring it off fuitefuite. Should in ofter years it became about you will |1|+after desk jobduty+|1| becoming a bank midland mansioner we and I shall reside with our obeisant servants |1|s+among Burke's mobilitys+|1| at La Roserie, Ailesbury Road |1|s+with the mobilitys+|1|. |1|+We'll have our private palepink pillar pillerbox for lovesick letterines fondly attached to our front railings and swings, hammocks, tightrope clotheslines, accomodationnooks and crystal bathsheds, to make Envyeyes mouth |awatera| and wonder when they binocular us |afrom their embrassured windowsa| in our garden rare.+|1| Fyat-Fyat shall be our number on the autokinaton and Chubby in his Chuffs oursforownly chuffeur. |1|+Our cousin |athe dog gourmand, Percy, the pup,a| will |aannounce denouncea| the |asniffnames sniffnomersa| of all callers whereamongº our Seemyeaseº Sister, |athe cat, Tabitha, the ninelived,a| will extend to the full her hearthy welcome.+| |xLady Jame Shortbred will walk in for supper with her marchpane wig on (aandº hera) necklace of almonds and her |samarmalade peach Sundaesa| dress with bracelets of honey and her |achocolate cochineala| stockings with the caramel |ashoes dancings|+, the briskly best from |aBooterstown Booteestownºa|,+|a| and her suckingstaff of ivory mintº.x|1|
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|1|+You mustn't miss us it or you'll be sorry. |aPretty Charmeusesa| chloes, glycering juwells, |apuffumed lydialighta| fans, and puffumed cynarettes.+|1| (1And the Prince Lemonade has been graciously pleased. His six chocolate pages will run bugling before him and Cococream toddle after with his sticksword in a pink cushion. We think he ought to know Lady Jame. He's not going to Cork till Eatser or mayhope till Saint Tibble's Day.1) The Fomor's in his Fin, the Momor's her und hin. A paaralone! A paaralone! And Dublin's all adin. So come on ye wealthy gentrymen |1with ladyfulls wib frufrocksfullº1| of fun! |1Thin thin! Thin thin!1| Thej olly and thel ively, thou billy with thee coo, for to jog a jig |1on of1| a crispness |1night nice1| and sing a missal too. Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed blackman, polk it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! And, jessies, push the pumkik round. |s1Annaliuia! Anneliuia!s1|

Since the days of Roamaloose and Rehmoose the pavanos have been strident through their struts of Chapelldiseut, the vaulsies have meed and youdled through the purly ooze of Ballybough, many a mismy cloudy has tripped tauntily along that hercourt strayed reelwey and the rigadoons have held ragtimed revels on the plateauplain of Grangegorman; and though since then sterlings and guineas have been replaced by brooks and lions and some progress has been made on stilths and the races have come and gone and Thyme, that chef of seasoners, has made his usual astewte use of endadjustables and whatnot willbe isnor was those danceadeils and cancanzanies
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have come stimmering down for our begayment through the bedeafdom of po's blanks, the obcecity of pa's teapucs, as lithe as limb free limber as when momie played at ma.