rindwards, had hircomed to the belles bows and been cutat- | 1 |
trapped by the mausers. Now is it town again, londmear of Dub- | 2 |
lin! And off coursse the toller, ples the dotter of his eyes with | 3 |
her: Moke the Wanst, whye doe we aime alike a pose of poeter | 4 |
peaced? While the dumb he shoots the shopper rope. And they | 5 |
all pour forth. Sans butly Tuppeter Sowyer, the rouged engene- | 6 |
rand, a barttler of the beauyne, still our benjamin liefest, some- | 7 |
time frankling to thise citye, whereas bigrented him a piers half | 8 |
subporters for his arms, Josiah Pipkin, Amos Love, Raoul Le Feb- | 9 |
ber, Blaize Taboutot, Jeremy Yopp, Francist de Loomis, Hardy | 10 |
Smith and Sequin Pettit followed by the snug saloon seanad of | 11 |
our Café Béranger. The scenictutors. | 12 |
    Because they wonted to get out by the goatweigh afore the sheep | 13 |
was looset for to wish the Wobbleton Whiteleg Welshers kailly- | 14 |
kailly kellykekkle and savebeck to Brownhazelwood from all the | 15 |
dinnasdoolins on the labious banks of their swensewn snewwes- | 16 |
ner, turned again weastinghome, by Danesbury Common, and | 17 |
they onely, duoly, thruely, fairly after rainydraining founty- | 18 |
buckets (chalkem up, hemptyempty!) till they caught the wind | 19 |
abroad (alley loafers passinggeering!) all the rockers on the | 20 |
roads and all the boots in the stretes. | 21 |
    Oh dere! Ah hoy! | 22 |
    Last ye, lundsmin, hasty hosty! For an anondation of miri- | 23 |
fication and the lutification of our paludination. | 24 |
    His bludgeon's bruk, his drum is tore. For spuds we'll keep the | 25 |
hat he wore And roll in clover on his clay By wather parted | 26 |
from the say. | 27 |
    Hray! Free rogue Mountone till Dew Mild Well to corry awen | 28 |
and glowry! Are now met by Brownaboy Fuinnninuinn's former | 29 |
for a lyncheon partyng of his burgherbooh. The Shanavan | 30 |
Wacht. Rantinroarin Batteries Dorans. And that whistling thief, | 31 |
O' Ryne O'Rann. With a catch of her cunning like and nowhere | 32 |
a keener. | 33 |
    The for eolders were aspolootly at their wetsend in the mailing | 34 |
waters, trying to. Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek! Because number one | 35 |
lived at Bothersby North and he was trying to. Hide! Seek! Hide! | 36 |