| down the sloppery slide of a slaunty to tilted lift-ye-landsmen. | 1 |
| Allamin. Which in the ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer | 2 |
| alongside of a drink her drainer from the basses brothers, those | 3 |
| two theygottheres. | 4 |
| It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it | 5 |
| was less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note | 6 |
| before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing | 7 |
| but and or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the | 8 |
| Norweeger's capstan. | 9 |
| So he sought with the lobestir claw of his propencil the clue of | 10 |
| the wickser in his ear. O, lord of the barrels, comer forth from | 11 |
| Anow (I have not mislaid the key of Efas-Taem), O, Ana, bright | 12 |
| lady, comer forth from Thenanow (I have not left temptation in | 13 |
| the path of the sweeper of the threshold), O! | 14 |
| But first, strongbowth, they would deal death to a drinking. | 15 |
| Link of a leadder, dubble in it, slake your thirdst thoughts awake | 16 |
| with it. Our svalves are svalves aroon! We rescue thee, O Baass, | 17 |
| from the damp earth and honour thee. O Connibell, with mouth | 18 |
| burial! So was done, neat and trig. Up draught and whet | 19 |
| them! | 20 |
Then sagd he to the ship's husband. And in his translaten- | 21 |
| tic norjankeltian. Hwere can a ketch or hook alive a suit and | 22 |
| sowterkins? Soot! sayd the ship's husband, knowing the language, | 23 |
| here is tayleren. Ashe and Whitehead, closechop, successor to. | 24 |
| Ahorror, he sayd, canting around to that beddest his friend, the | 25 |
| tayler, for finixed coulpure, chunk pulley muchy chink topside | 26 |
| numpa one sellafella, fake an capstan make and shoot! Manning to | 27 |
| sayle of clothse for his lady her master whose to be precised of a | 28 |
| peer of trouders under the pattern of a cassack. Let me prove, I | 29 |
| pray thee, but this once, sazd Mengarments, saving the mouth- | 30 |
| brand from his firepool. He spit in his faist (beggin): he tape the | 31 |
| raw baste (paddin): he planked his pledge (as dib is a dab): and he | 32 |
| tog his fringe sleeve (buthock lad, fur whale). Alloy for allay and | 33 |
| this toolth for that soolth. Lick it and like it. A barter, a parter. | 34 |
| And plenty good enough, neighbour Norreys, every bit and | 35 |
| grain. And the ship's husband brokecurst after him to hail the | 36 |