— ^|v4|aMen MEN^a|! Jaun responded fullchantedly to her sororal sonority^|a, with his ^|achalished^a| drink now well in hand^a|. Ever gloriously kind! And I truly am
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obligated.^v4| Well, ladies ^|4on upon^{4| |v4}gentlemen gentlermen^v4| and toastmaster general, health to song for Erin go dry! To stir up love's young fizz I tilt with this bridle's cup champagne, ^|v4dimmydouce, dimming douce^{v4| |4}to from^4| her peepair of ^|v4hideseek at hers hideseeks^v4|, tightsqueezed on my snowybreasted, and while my pearlies in their sparkling wiseheight are nippling her bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the bumper round of ^|v4our own my poor^v4| old ^|v4Snaggletooth's snaggletooth's^v4| solidbowl I ne'er will prove I'm untrue to your liking (theare!) so long as my hole looks down.

So gullaby, me poor Isley! But I'm not for forgetting ^|v4my inner man me innerman^v4| monophone for I'm leaving my darling proxy behind for your consolering, lost Dave the Dancekerl, a squamous runaway and a dear old man pal of mine too. He's the mightiest penumbrella I ever flourished on ^|v4beyond behond^v4| the shadow of a post!
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^|v4blank^v4| Be sure and link him, ^|v4my treasure me O treasauro^v4|, 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! Isn't ^|v4Ireland Jaunstown a the^v4| small place after ^|v4all. all?^v4| I knew I smelt the garlic ^|v4league. league!^v4| Why, bless me quick, here he is, darling Dave, just in time as if he fell out of space, all draped in mufti, coming ^|v4home back^v4| to mourn mountains ^|v4blindtofold^v4| from his ^|v4old ^|abad old^a|v4| continence after a ^|v4bad blindfold^v4| passage by the 11.32 with the pork's pate in his paw and the gulls laughing lime on his natural skunk,
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blushing like Pat's pig, begob! He's not too tom well ashamed to carry out ^|v4onaglibtoographikelly onaglibtographikelly^v4| the ^|v4testimonicals testymonicals^v4| he gave ^|v4his^v4| twenty ^|v4annies annis^v4| for, showing ^|v4his the^v4| three white feathers, as a home cured emigrant in Paddyouare far below on the sealevel. Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca, ^|v4Lictor^{v4| |4}Magnafica Magnaffica^4|. He's the sneaking likeness of me, faith, in miniature and every biter's bit as nasal a ^|v4romeo Romeo^v4| as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes, he'd soon arise mother's roses mid bedewing tears ^|v4with under^v4| those wild wet lashes 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 full of that foreigner, I'll say I ^|v4am. am!^v4| 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. ^|v4That's There's^v4| the ^|v4nasturtum nasturtium for ye^v4| now that saved ^|v4many manny^v4| a poor sinker from water on the grave. Isn't he after borrowing all before him, touching every distinguished Irishman he could ever distinguish before ^|v4& or^v4| behind from a Yourishman for the customary half of a crown and peace? Brayvo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there's nobody else in
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touch anysides to hold ^|v4his a chef's^v4| candle ^|v4for to^v4| the darling at all for sheer dare with that ^|v4prison potful prisonpotful^v4| of Spanish breens on him like the knave of trifles! A jollytan fine ^|4cemented demented^4| brick and the prince of ^|v4goodfellows goodfilips^v4|! Dave
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knows I have the highest of respect ^|4and sympathrick^4| of ^|v4anyone annyone^v4| in my ^|v4own oweand^v4| smooth way for that intellectual debtor David ^|v4R.^v4| Crozier. The most important man! ^|v4Servos! Shervos!^v4| Ho, ^|v4by be^v4| the ^|v4holy! holy,º Someone someone^v4| 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 ^|v4crusader! crusader!,^v4| when he ^|v4took off the paudeen. off with his paudeen!^v4| That was to let the crowd of Flu Flux Fans behind him see me proper. Ah, he's very thoughtful that ^|v4way. way!^v4| He is, really. Hold hard till you hear him clicking his bull's bones! You're welcome back, Wilkins, to red berries in the frost! Hat yourself! Give us your dyed hand here, ^|v4frother. Where's frother, where's^v4| your ^|v4watch? watch!?^v4| I'm better pleased than ten ^|v4guidneys. guidneys!^v4| Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit!
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You've surpassed yourself! This is ^|v4my me^v4| aunt Julia Bride^|v4,^v4| dying to have you languish to scandal in her bosky old manor. ^|v4Servorum! Shervorum!^v4| You haven't seen her since she stepped into her youth's smallclothes. ^|v4Don't be shy,º man!^v4| She has plenty of room for the
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both of us. ^|v4Hat Hatch^v4| yourself ^|v4well & well!^v4| Embrace her by all means ^|v4when you stop scratching^v4| and tell her in your agglutinative ^|v4|athat how^a|v4| I was asking ^|v4for after^v4| her. ^|v4She Sure, she^v4| fell in ^|v4love line^v4| with our ^|4tripertight^{4| |v4}picture photos^v4| when we were stabled together^|4, hungry and angry,^4| in the Black ^|v4Watch together, Watch,^v4| me ^|v4& and^v4| you, ^|v4hungry & angry, & pinch me and pinchme ^v4|. Always ^|v4saying raving how^v4| we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and smellers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de ^|v4Luna, & Loona, and^v4| the ^|v4and the meathtraps meattrap^v4| of the first vegetarian. ^|v4Take her^v4| out of pure tuppenny luck before she goes off ^|v4out of in^v4| pure ^|v4threefold ^|atriple treple^a|v4| funk. I'd give three shillings a pound to the canon to shadow you kissing her liberally all over as if she was a crucifix. It's good for her labials. There's nothing like ^|v4a the^v4| mistletouch for finding a queen's earring ^|v4false^v4|. Turn around, skeezy Sammy, till we feel are you still fond of ^|v4poetry. poetry!^v4| Could you ^|v4wheedle ^|atrill us wheedle^a|v4| a staveling encore out of your imitationer's jubalharp, ^|v4eh hey^v4|, Mr Jinglejoys? Grunt us your foreboden article introducing the death of Nelson ^|v4in with^v4| coloraturas! What, sir? ^|v4Morbus pediculosus^v4| Taurus periculosus, morbus pediculosus. ^|4miserere Miserere^4| mei in miseribilibus! ^|v4Hoho!^v4| Begob, there's not so much green in his Ireland's eye! The
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bark is still there but the molars ^|v4have are^v4| gone. ^|v4Areesh! Areesh!^v4| The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split! ^|4Areesh! Areesh!^4| Did you note that worried expressionism on his ^|v4megalogue! megalogue?^v4| A full ^|v4octavio beyond octavium below^v4| me! ^|v4Did And did^v4| you hear his three browrings rattlemaking ^|4when he was preaching to himself^4|? And ^|v4(whoa!)º did do^v4| you twig the shamlooking leaf creeping ghastly down his blousyfrock? ^|v4Areesh! And He won't. Sh He's shoy.^v4| My ^|4oldfellow's oldfaher's^4| uncle that was garotted, Caius Codinhand, used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my younkle's owlseller, ^|4Wolfe Woowoolfe^4| Woodenbeard, that went ^|v4stone bothered stonebatheredº,^v4| in the ^|v4tower Tower^v4| 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. And I see he's dropping the stammer out of his ^|4silenced^4| bladder since I ^|4sent bonded^4| him ^|4off^4| to ^|v4try and^v4| grow ^|v4and^v4| a muff ^|v4and camomise canonise^v4| his ^|v4dead^v4| feet down on the river airy after he earned the reputation of being swift. He'll soon tune your Erin's ear for you to read the roman while I'm ^|v4far^v4| away from wherever thou art going in for my varsatile examinations. So pick your stops with fondness ^|v4nowº^v4|. And mind you ^|v4tie twine^v4| the two strings of your nicenames. And pull up your furbelows as farabove as you're waisthigh. His hearing is ^|4doubting in doubting^4| just as my seeing is ^|4believing on believing^4|. So ^|4dactylise him up to blankpoint and^4| let him blink for himself where you speak the best ticklish. Fond namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a ^|v4knee. knee!^v4|