— |v4|aMen MENa|! Jaun responded fullchantedly to her sororal sonority|a, with his
|achalisheda| drink now well in handa|. Ever gloriously kind! And I truly am
obligated.v4| Well, ladies |4on upon4| |v4gentlemen gentlermenv4| 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 doucev4| |4to from4| her peepair of |v4hideseek at hers hideseeksv4|, 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 poorv4| old |v4Snaggletooth's snaggletooth'sv4| 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 innermanv4| 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 behondv4| the shadow of a post!
|v4blankv4| Be sure and link him, |v4my treasure me O treasaurov4|, 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 thev4| 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 backv4| to mourn mountains |v4blindtofoldv4| from his |v4old |abad olda|v4| continence after a |v4bad blindfoldv4| 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 too tom well ashamed to carry out |v4onaglibtoographikelly onaglibtographikellyv4| the |v4testimonicals testymonicalsv4| he gave |v4hisv4| twenty |v4annies annisv4| for, showing |v4his thev4| three white feathers, as a home cured emigrant in Paddyouare far below on the sealevel. Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca, |v4Lictorv4| |4Magnafica Magnaffica4|. He's the sneaking likeness of me, faith, in miniature and every biter's bit as nasal a |v4romeo Romeov4| as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes, he'd soon arise mother's roses mid bedewing tears |v4with underv4| 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'sv4| the |v4nasturtum nasturtium for yev4| now that saved |v4many mannyv4| 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& orv4| behind from a Yourishman for the customary half of a crown and peace? Brayvo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there's nobody else in
touch anysides to hold |v4his a chef'sv4| candle |v4for tov4| the darling at all for sheer dare with that |v4prison potful prisonpotfulv4| of Spanish breens on him like the knave of trifles! A jollytan fine |4cemented demented4| brick and the prince of |v4goodfellows goodfilipsv4|! Dave
knows I have the highest of respect |4and sympathrick4| of |v4anyone annyonev4| in my |v4own oweandv4| smooth way for that intellectual debtor David |v4R.v4| Crozier. The most important man! |v4Servos! Shervos!v4| Ho, |v4by bev4| the |v4holy! holy,º Someone someonev4| 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'sv4| your |v4watch? watch!?v4| I'm better pleased than ten |v4guidneys. guidneys!v4| Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit!
You've surpassed yourself! This is |v4my mev4| 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
both of us. |v4Hat Hatchv4| yourself |v4well & well!v4| Embrace her by all means |v4when you stop scratchingv4| and tell her in your agglutinative |v4|athat howa|v4| I was asking |v4for afterv4| her. |v4She Sure, shev4| fell in |v4love linev4| with our |4tripertight4| |v4picture photosv4| when we were stabled together|4, hungry and angry,4| in the Black |v4Watch together, Watch,v4| me |v4& andv4| you, |v4hungry & angry, & pinch me and pinchme v4|. Always |v4saying raving howv4| we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and smellers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de |v4Luna, & Loona, andv4| the |v4and the meathtraps meattrapv4| of the first vegetarian. |v4Take herv4| out of pure tuppenny luck before she goes off |v4out of inv4| pure |v4threefold |atriple treplea|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 thev4| mistletouch for finding a queen's earring |v4falsev4|. Turn around, skeezy Sammy, till we feel are you still fond of |v4poetry. poetry!v4| Could you |v4wheedle |atrill us wheedlea|v4| a staveling encore out of your imitationer's jubalharp, |v4eh heyv4|, Mr Jinglejoys? Grunt us your foreboden article introducing the death of Nelson |v4in withv4| coloraturas! What, sir? |v4Morbus pediculosusv4| Taurus periculosus, morbus pediculosus. |4miserere Miserere4| mei in miseribilibus! |v4Hoho!v4| Begob, there's not so much green in his Ireland's eye! The
bark is still there but the molars |v4have arev4| 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 belowv4| me! |v4Did And didv4| you hear his three browrings rattlemaking |4when he was preaching to himself4|? And |v4(whoa!)º did dov4| you twig the shamlooking leaf creeping ghastly down his blousyfrock? |v4Areesh! And He won't. Sh He's shoy.v4| My |4oldfellow's oldfaher's4| uncle that was garotted, Caius Codinhand, used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my younkle's owlseller, |4Wolfe Woowoolfe4| Woodenbeard, that went |v4stone bothered stonebatheredº,v4| in the |v4tower Towerv4| 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 |4silenced4| bladder since I |4sent bonded4| him |4off4| to |v4try andv4| grow |v4andv4| a muff |v4and camomise canonisev4| his |v4deadv4| 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 |v4farv4| away from wherever thou art going in for my varsatile examinations. So pick your stops with fondness |v4nowºv4|. And mind you |v4tie twinev4| the two strings of your nicenames. And pull up your furbelows as farabove as you're waisthigh. His hearing is |4doubting in doubting4| just as my seeing is |4believing on believing4|. So |4dactylise him up to blankpoint and4| 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|