| Wickenlow, garden of Erin, before she ever dreamt she'd lave | 1 |
| Kilbride and go foaming under Horsepass bridge, with the great | 2 |
| southerwestern windstorming her traces and the midland's grain- | 3 |
| waster asarch for her track, to wend her ways byandby, robecca | 4 |
| or worse, to spin and to grind, to swab and to thrash, for all her | 5 |
| golden lifey in the barleyfields and pennylotts of Humphrey's | 6 |
| fordofhurdlestown and lie with a landleaper, wellingtonorseher. | 7 |
| Alesse, the lagos of girly days! For the dove of the dunas! Was- | 8 |
| ut? Izod? Are you sarthin suir? Not where the Finn fits into the | 9 |
| Mourne, not where the Nore takes lieve of Bloem, not where the | 10 |
| Braye divarts the Farer, not where the Moy changez her minds | 11 |
| twixt Cullin and Conn tween Cunn and Collin? Or where Neptune | 12 |
| sculled and Tritonville rowed and leandros three bumped heroines | 13 |
| two? Neya, narev, nen, nonni, nos ! Then whereabouts in Ow and | 14 |
| Ovoca? Was it yst with wyst or Lucan Yokan or where the hand | 15 |
| of man has never set foot? Dell me where, the fairy ferse time! I | 16 |
| will if you listen. You know the dinkel dale of Luggelaw? Well, | 17 |
| there once dwelt a local heremite, Michael Arklow was his river- | 18 |
| end name, (with many a sigh I aspersed his lavabibs!) and one | 19 |
| venersderg in junojuly, oso sweet and so cool and so limber she | 20 |
| looked, Nance the Nixie, Nanon L'Escaut, in the silence, of the sy- | 21 |
| comores, all listening, the kindling curves you simply can't stop | 22 |
| feeling, he plunged both of his newly anointed hands, the core of | 23 |
| his cushlas, in her singimari saffron strumans of hair, parting them | 24 |
| and soothing her and mingling it, that was deepdark and ample | 25 |
| like this red bog at sundown. By that Vale Vowclose's lucydlac, | 26 |
| the reignbeau's heavenarches arronged orranged her. Afroth- | 27 |
| dizzying galbs, her enamelled eyes indergoading him on to the | 28 |
| vierge violetian. Wish a wish! Why a why? Mavro ! Letty Lerck's | 29 |
| lafing light throw those laurals now on her daphdaph teasesong | 30 |
| petrock. Maass! But the majik wavus has elfun anon meshes. | 31 |
| And Simba the Slayer of his Oga is slewd. He cuddle not help | 32 |
| himself, thurso that hot on him, he had to forget the monk in | 33 |
| the man so, rubbing her up and smoothing her down, he baised | 34 |
| his lippes in smiling mood, kiss akiss after kisokushk (as he | 35 |
| warned her niver to, niver to, nevar) on Anna-na-Poghue's of | 36 |