— Well, ladies on gentlemen and toastmaster general, health ^|3and to^3| song ^|3and for^3| Erin go dry! To stir up ^|3love and love's young^3| fizz I ^|3lift tilt ^|ato with^a|3| this bridle's cup ^|3of her^3| champagne, dimmydouce, ^|3to her peepair of hideseek at hers,^{3| |3}tightsqueze for tightsqueezed on^3| my snowybreasted, and while my pearlies in their sparkling ^|3wisdom wiseheight^3| are nippling her bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the ^|3bumper^3| round of our ^|3dear own^3| old Snaggletooth's solidbowl I ne'er will prove I'm untrue to your liking (^|3swear theare^3|!) so long as my hole looks down.

So ^|3gullaby, me poor Isley! But^3| I'm not ^|3for^3| forgetting my inner man monophone for I'm leaving my darling proxy behind for ^|3you your consolering^3|, ^|3lost^3| Dave the ^|3Dancer ^|aDanskerl Dancekerl^a|3|, a squamous runaway and a dear old ^|3man^3| pal of mine too. He's the mightiest penumbrella I ever flourished on beyond the shadow of a post! ^|3blank^3| Be sure and link him, my treasure, as often as you learn provided there's nothing between you but a plain deal table only don't encourage him to cry lessontimes over Leperstown. Talk of wolf in a stomach, by all that's verminous! ^|3Isn't Ireland a small place after all.^3| I knew I smelt the garlic league. Why, bless me quick, here he is, darling Dave, just in time as if he fell out of space, all draped in mufti, coming ^|3back home to mourn mountains blindtofold^3| from his ^|3old^3| continence after a bad passage by the 11.32, with the pork's pate in his paw and the gulls laughing lime on his natural skunk, blushing like Pat's pig, begob! He's not ^|3damn too tom^3| well ashamed to carry out ^|3onaglibtog onaglibtoographikelly^3| the testimonicals he ^|3got ^|abought gave twenty ^|bannas annies^b| for, showing his three white feathers,^a|3| as a home cured emigrant in Paddyouare far ^|3beyond below on^3| the ^|3sea sealevel^3|. Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca^|3, Magnafica^3|. He's the sneaking likeness of me, faith, ^|3in miniature^3| and every biter's
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bit as nasal a romeo as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes, he'd soon arise mother's roses ^|3with mid^3| bedewing tears ^|3with those wild wet lashes^3| onto anny living girl's laftercheeks. He's a jarry queer fish betimes, I grant, but, lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, I'm enormously ^|3proud full^3| of that foreigner, I'll say I am. We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate him about his henesy but I love him. I love his portugal's nose ^|3|aThat's the nasturtum now^a| that saved many a poor ^|afellow sinker^a| from ^|aa watery water on the^a| grave^3|. Isn't he after ^|3borrowing all before him^3| touching every distinguished Irishman he could ever distinguish ^|3before & behind^3| from a Yourishman for the ^|3customary^3| half of a crown and peace? ^|3Bravo Brayvo^3|, ^|3senior^3| chief! ^|3Famose!^3| Sure there's nobody else ^|3to in^3| touch ^|3anysides to hold his candle for^3| the darling at all for sheer dare with that ^|3potful prison potful^3| of Spanish breens on him ^|3like the knave of trifles^3|! A jollytan fine cemented brick ^|3and the prince of goodfellows^3|! He Dave knows I have the highest of respect of anyone in my own smooth way for ^|3that intellectual debtor^3| David Crozier. The most important man! ^|3Servos!^3| Ho, by the holy! Someone has shaved his rough diamond skull for him as clean as Nuntius' piedish! He's the spatton spit, so he is, of Shemuel Tulliver, the old crusader! ^|3when he took off the paudeen. That was to let the crowd ^|aof Flu Flux Fans^a| behind him see me proper. Ah, he's very thoughtful that way. He is, really.^3| Hold hard till you hear him clicking his bull's bones! You're welcome back, Wilkins, to red berries in the frost! ^|3Hat yourself!^3| Give us your dyed hand here, ^|3frater! frother. Where's your watch?^3| I'm better pleased than ten ^|3pounds ^|akidneys guidneys^a|3|. Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit! You've surpassed
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yourself. This is my aunt Julia Bride dying to have you languish to scandal in her bosky old manor. ^|3Servorum!^3| You haven't seen her since she ^|3went stepped^3| into ^|3her^3| youth's smallclothes. ^|3She has plenty of room for the both of us.^{3| |3}Hat yourself well &^3| Embrace her ^|3by all means ^|awhen you stop scratching^a| and tell her ^|ain your agglutinative^a| I was asking for her. She fell in love with our picture when we were ^|astabled together^a| in the Black Watch together, you & me & me & you, ^|ahungry & angry,^a| & pinch me. Always saying we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and smellers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de Luna, & the meathtraps of the first vegetarian.^3| out of pure ^|3tuppenny^3| luck before she goes off ^|3in out of^3| pure ^|3|atuppenny threefold^{a|3| |3}love funk^3|. I'd give three shillings ^|3a pound^3| to the canon to ^|3see shadow^3| you ^|3kiss kissing^3| her ^|3|aliberally^a| all over^3| as if she was a crucifix. ^|3It's good for her labials. ^|aThere's nothing like a mistletouch for finding a queen's earring.^a|3| Turn around, skeezy Sammy, till we ^|3see feel^3| are you still ^|3full fond^3| of poetry. Could you ^|3sing us ^|astammer wheedle^a|3| a ^|3stave staveling^3| encore ^|3on out of^3| your ^|3imitationer's^3| jubalharp, eh, Mr Jinglejoys? ^|3Show Grunt^3| us your ^|3imitation ^|aforeboden^a| article introducing the^3| death of Nelson. ^|3in coloraturas.^3| What, sir? Taurus periculosus morbus pediculosus miserere mei ^|3et in^3| miseribilibus! Hoho! Begob, there's not so much green in his Ireland's eye! The bark is still there but the molars ^|3are have^3| gone. Areesh! Areesh! ^|3The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split.^3| Did you note that worried ^|3expression expressionism^3| on his megalogue! ^|3A full octavio beyond me!^{3| |3}Did you hear his 3 blowrings rattlemaking?^3| And did you twig the ^|3sham shamlooking^3| leaf creeping ^|3ghastly^3| down his blousyfrock? My oldfellow's uncle ^|3that was garotted,^3| Caius Codinhand, ^|3that was garotted,^3| used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my younkle's owlseller, Wolfe Woodenbeard, that went stone bothered in the tower of Balbus as brisk, man, as I'd scoff up lobscouse. But it's all deafman's duff to me, begob. Sam knows miles better than me how to work the miracle. ^|3And I ^|ahear see^a| he has stop he's dropping the stammer out of his bladder since I sent him to ^|agrow ^|bhis a^b| muff^{a| |a}bathe camomise^a| his feet down ^|ain on^a| the river airy after he earned the reputation of being swift^3| He'll soon tune your Erin's ear for you to read the roman while I'm away from wherever thou art going in for my ^|3varsatile^3| examinations. So pick your stops with fondness. And mind you
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tie the two strings of your nicenames. And pull up your ^|3words furbelows^3| as ^|3far farabove^3| as ^|3you can you're waisthigh^3|. His hearing is doubting just as my seeing is believing. So let him blink for himself where you speak the bestº ticklish. Fond namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee.