| us victorias with nowells and brownings, dumm, sneak and | 1 |
| curry, and all the fun I had in that fanagan's week. A strange | 2 |
| man wearing abarrel. And here's a gift of meggs and teggs. And | 3 |
| as I live by chipping nortons. And 'tis iron fits the farmer, ay. | 4 |
| Arcdesedo! Renborumba! Then were the hellscyown days for | 5 |
| our fellows, the loyal leibsters, and we was the redugout raw- | 6 |
| recruitioners, praddies three and prettish too, a wheeze we has | 7 |
| in our waynward islands, wee engrish, one long blue streak, | 8 |
| jisty and pithy af durck rosolun, with hand to hand as Homard | 9 |
| Kayenne was always jiggilyjugging about in his wendowed | 10 |
| courage when our woos with the wenches went wined for a song, | 11 |
| tsingirillies' zyngarettes, while Woodbine Willie, so popiular | 12 |
| with the poppyrossies, our Chorney Choplain, blued the air. | 13 |
| Sczlanthas! Banzaine! Bissbasses! S. Pivorandbowl. And we all | 14 |
| tuned in to hear the topmast noviality. Up the revels drown the | 15 |
| rinks and almistips allround! Paddy Bonhamme he vives! En- | 16 |
| core! And tig for tag Togatogtug. My droomodose days Y loved | 17 |
| you abover all the strest. Blowhole brasshat and boy with his | 18 |
| boots off and the butch of our bunch and all. It was buckoo | 19 |
| bonzer, beleeme. I was a bare prive without my doglegs but I | 20 |
| did not give to one humpenny dump, wingh or wangh, touching | 21 |
| those thusengaged slavey generales of Tanah Kornalls, the | 22 |
| meelisha's deelishas, pronouncing their very flank movemens | 23 |
| in sunpictorsbosk. Baghus the whatwar! I could always take good | 24 |
| cover of myself and, eyedulls or earwakers, preyers for rain or | 25 |
| cominations, I did not care three tanker's hoots, ('sham! hem! | 26 |
| or chaffit!) for any feelings from my lifeprivates on their reptro- | 27 |
| grad leanins because I have Their Honours booth my respectables | 28 |
| soeurs assistershood off Lyndhurst Terrace, the puttih Misses | 29 |
| Celana Dalems, and she in vinting her angurr can belle the troth | 30 |
| on her alliance and I know His Heriness, my respeaktoble me- | 31 |
| dams culonelle on Mellay Street, Lightnints Gundhur Sawabs, | 32 |
| and they would never as the aimees of servation let me down. | 33 |
| Not on your bludger life, touters! No peeping, pimpadoors! | 34 |
| And, by Jova, I never went wrong nor let him doom till, risky | 35 |
| wark rasky wolk, at the head of the wake, up come stumblebum | 36 |