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^|aTeff Taff^a| — All was flashning and krashning ^|abloodymoriaty bloodymoriarsky^{a| |a}bluchedred bluchedrudd^a|? ^|aTill ever so ofter?^a|

Butt — ^|a|bEven Till even^b| so aften!^a| Sea vaast a pool! ^|aAhool! ^|bWoofwoof!^b|a|

^|aTaff — Where doth the pain lie, Master Punch?^a|

Taff — ^|aHumme to our mounta mounthings!^a| Conscribe him tillusk, unt! The grandsopper! ^|aEndues paramilintary langdwage! The good old gunshop monowards for manosymples. ^|bNabuccolish, natchay!^{b|a| |x}And may it be the intrepidation of our dreams which we 1st foregot at wiking ere the bleakfrost chilled our revery soughts. ^|aLest Lets hear in rerember the braise of. Hold!^a|x|

Butt — ^|aBog carse ond dam mat, sar! ^|bLimbers affront of him, lumbers behund.^b|a| He was ^|aomnivollupped emnivollupped^a|. In his raglanrock and his malakoiffed bulbsbyg and his varnashed roscians and his cardigan's blousejagged and his scarlett manchokuffs and his treecoloured ^|atrunksers camiflags^a| and his ^|aperikopendulous^a| blank

Taff — Toadlebens! ^|aA bear to reign in his heavenspawn consumation robes.^{a| |a}That is Say^a| mangraphique, ^|ayet it is not may say nay par^a| daguerre. ^|a|bScutterer of guld!^b| Here furry glum, there fairy pass. And the buddies behide in the byre.^a|

^|aTaff — ^|bO day of rath! Ah murther of mines!^b| Beirneson MacMahahan from Osro bearing nose easger on his swooth prowl?^a|

^|aButt — Bruinboroff, the honeymoonger!, and the grizzliest ManMicahul in Meideveide.^a|

Taff — Diveilge! See that we soll or lit thee be luna! ^|aBang on the bouch, gurg in the gorge, rap at the roof & your flap is unbu...^a|

Butt — Buckily buckily. Bimbam bombumb.

Taff — Trovatorevitch! I tumble!

^|aButt — ^|shAll Ahamaher! Mohorear!^sh| I met with whom it was too late. Twas fate. O hate!^a|

Taff — Nit?

Butt — Not. When I seen him like a Roman Carthagic I ^|awas bibbering^a| hadn't the art to.

Taff — The heart to^|a, if you please^a|? ^|aYou were. You had just been through the armemons retreat fellowed by the stenchions of the corpse.^a|

Butt — ^|aYass, I did not. No thank you. I thought he was going to high mass.^a| Russian general.

Taff — Say your piece! Buckle to! ^|aShinfine deed in the myrttle of the bog twin fainmain stood up to slog, freebond men lay lurkin on, arrah, sir?^a|

Butt — ^|aHorrasure.^a| It was ^|asomewhile^a| in the Crimealian war^|a, samewhere in Ayerland^a|. And I was ^|aduring ^|bmy me^b| weeping stillstumns over the freshprosts of Eastcheap & the dangling garters of Marrowbone but still and all, I was^a| doing ^|aduring daring^a| my wapping stiltstunts. ^|a|bOld style and heave a lep onward.^b| And winn again ^|bon ^|cBastion Bostion^c| (Mess)^b|, plays goat the Bansha pealer! Up the revels!^a| Getting up me anti vanillas. And getting off me the stissas me aunties. And swiping a johnnydans sweep for ^|ato exercitise^a| myself between roaming carnages all
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over crumwilliam wall. ^|aBe the why it was ^|bme, ha ha! me who, haw haw!^b|a|

^|aTaff — You ^|bhe he who hew hew^{b|a| |x|a}— Between my associations in the post and my misconnections with the future^a| I've a boodle feeld of maimeries in me buzzim for all ^|ame them the old boyars, ^|b&^b| me^a| old Alma Marthars. ^|aI think to them^|b, the Corrgans, ^|cmy attaches,^c| Cedric MacGormley and Danno O'Don O'Dunnohoe and Conne Conno O'Cannohar, and our miladies in their toileries^b|.^a| Help, help, hussars!^x| Correct me but I abjure of it. A strange man wehring abarrel. And here's a gift of eggs. And I live by chipping norton. And iron ^|afor fits^a| a farmer.º Them were helcyown days ^|awhen wine & Woman was for a song^a|. ^|afor almistips.^{a| |a}Till I shth ^|bwhen I scene how a he ^|cthe offensive^c| didn't care a humpeny dump for anybody touching their thusengaged generals.^{b| |x}I would not hurt the feelings of my life ^|aprivates^a| but, numb arm all,^x| Up the revels!^{a| |a}By thes splintther of colt.^a| Till I shutthim. ^|aShurenoff, the fourstar Russacruschen cannundrumchief.^a|

Taff — ^|aIn sobber sooth.^a| Now or never? ^|aThink some ingein ingainthink?^a|

Butt — ^|aHimm to our muskets!^{a| |a}Icht's nichts on nichts.^a| Rawskin general. ^|a

^|bTaff —^{b| |b}Bloodymuddymuzzle!^b| A great old sniper are you!^a|