the Goat, that gafr, ate the Suenders bible. Hadn't we heaven's | 1 |
lamps to hide us? Yet every lane had its lively spark and every | 2 |
spark had its several spurtles and each spitfire spurtle had some | 3 |
trick of her trade, a tease for Ned, nook's nestle for Fred and | 4 |
a peep at me mow for Peer Pol. So that Father Matt Hughes | 5 |
looked taytotally threbled. But Danno the Dane grimmed. Dune. | 6 |
'Twere yeg will elsecare doatty lanv meet they dewscent hyemn | 7 |
to cannons' roar and rifles' peal vill shantey soloweys sang! For | 8 |
there were no more Tyrrhanees and for Laxembraghs was pass- | 9 |
thecupper to Our Lader's. And it was dim upon the floods only | 10 |
and there was day on all the ground. | 11 |
    Thus street spins legends while wharves woves tales but some | 12 |
family fewd felt a nick in their name. Old Vickers sate down on | 13 |
their airs and straightened the points of their lace. Red Rowleys | 14 |
popped out of their lairs and asked what was wrong with the | 15 |
race. Mick na Murrough used dripping in layers to shave | 16 |
all the furze off his face. The Burke-Lees and Coyle-Finns | 17 |
paid full feines for their sinns when the Cap and Miss Coolie | 18 |
were roped. | 19 |
    Rolloraped. | 20 |
    With her banbax hoist from holder, zig for zag through pool | 21 |
and polder, cheap, cheap, cheap and Laughing Jack, all augurs | 22 |
scorenning, see the Bolche your pictures motion and Kitzy | 23 |
Kleinsuessmein eloping for that holm in Finn's Hotel Fiord, | 24 |
Nova Norening. Where they pulled down the kuddle and they | 25 |
made fray and if thee don't look homey,well,that Dook can eye | 26 |
Mae. | 27 |
    He goat a berth. And she cot a manege. And wohl's gorse | 28 |
mundom ganna wedst. | 29 |
    Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The Twwinns. | 30 |
Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock | 31 |
knock. | 32 |
    The kilder massed, one then and uhindred, (harefoot, birdy- | 33 |
hands, herringabone, beesknees), and they barneydansked a | 34 |
kathareen round to know the who and to show the howsome. | 35 |
Why was you hiding, moder of moders? And where was hunty, | 36 |