| more and merrier, twills and trills, sparefours and spoilfives, nord- | 1 |
| sihkes and sudsevers and ayes and neins to a litter. Grandfarthring | 2 |
| nap and Messamisery and the knave of all knaves and the joker. | 3 |
| Heehaw! She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she | 4 |
| must, more than most. Shoal she was, gidgad. She had a flewmen | 5 |
| of her owen. Then a toss nare scared that lass, so aimai moe, | 6 |
| that's agapo! Tell me, tell me, how cam she camlin through all | 7 |
| her fellows, the neckar she was, the diveline? Casting her perils | 8 |
| before our swains from Fonte-in-Monte to Tidingtown and | 9 |
| from Tidingtown tilhavet. Linking one and knocking the next, | 10 |
| tapting a flank and tipting a jutty and palling in and pietaring | 11 |
| out and clyding by on her eastway. Waiwhou was the first thur- | 12 |
| ever burst? Someone he was, whuebra they were, in a tactic attack | 13 |
| or in single combat. Tinker, tilar, souldrer, salor, Pieman Peace | 14 |
| or Polistaman. That's the thing I'm elwys on edge to esk. Push | 15 |
| up and push vardar and come to uphill headquarters! Was it | 16 |
| waterlows year, after Grattan or Flood, or when maids were in | 17 |
| Arc or when three stood hosting? Fidaris will find where the | 18 |
| Doubt arises like Nieman from Nirgends found the Nihil. Worry | 19 |
| you sighin foh, Albern, O Anser? Untie the gemman's fistiknots, | 20 |
| Qvic and Nuancee! She can't put her hand on him for the mo- | 21 |
| ment. Tez thelon langlo, walking weary! Such a loon waybash- | 22 |
| wards to row! She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals | 23 |
| her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what | 24 |
| he did or how blyth she played or how, when, why, where and | 25 |
| who offon he jumpnad her and how it was gave her away. She | 26 |
| was just a young thin pale soft shy slim slip of a thing then, | 27 |
| sauntering, by silvamoonlake and he was a heavy trudging | 28 |
| lurching lieabroad of a Curraghman, making his hay for whose | 29 |
| sun to shine on, as tough as the oaktrees (peats be with them!) | 30 |
| used to rustle that time down by the dykes of killing Kildare, | 31 |
| for forstfellfoss with a plash across her. She thought she's sankh | 32 |
| neathe the ground with nymphant shame when he gave her the | 33 |
| tigris eye ! O happy fault ! Me wish it was he ! You're wrong there, | 34 |
| corribly wrong! Tisn't only tonight you're anacheronistic! It | 35 |
| was ages behind that when nullahs were nowhere, in county | 36 |