| mud, as best they cud, on footback, owing to the leak of the | 1 |
| McCarthy's mare, in extended order, a tree's length from the | 2 |
| longest way out, down the switchbackward slidder of the land- | 3 |
| sown route of Hauburnea's liveliest vinnage on the brain, the | 4 |
| unimportant Parthalonians with the mouldy Firbolgs and the | 5 |
| Tuatha de Danaan googs and the ramblers from Clane and all | 6 |
| the rest of the notmuchers that he did not care the royal spit out | 7 |
| of his ostensible mouth about, well, what do you think he did, | 8 |
| sir, but, faix, he just went heeltapping through the winespilth | 9 |
| and weevily popcorks that were kneedeep round his own right | 10 |
| royal round rollicking toper's table, with his old Roderick Ran- | 11 |
| dom pullon hat at a Lanty Leary cant on him and Mike Brady's | 12 |
| shirt and Greene's linnet collarbow and his Ghenter's gaunts and | 13 |
| his Macclefield's swash and his readymade Reillys and his pan- | 14 |
| prestuberian poncho, the body you'd pity him, the way the world | 15 |
| is, poor he, the heart of Midleinster and the supereminent lord of | 16 |
| them all, overwhelmed as he was with black ruin like a sponge | 17 |
| out of water, allocutioning in bellcantos to his own oliverian | 18 |
| society MacGuiney's Dreans of Ergen Adams and thruming | 19 |
| through all to himself with diversed tonguesed through his old | 20 |
| tears and his ould plaised drawl, starkened by the most regal of | 21 |
| belches, like a blurney Cashelmagh crooner that lerking Clare | 22 |
| air, the blackberd's ballad I've a terrible errible lot todue todie | 23 |
| todue tootorribleday, well, what did he go and do at all, His Most | 24 |
| Exuberant Majesty King Roderick O'Conor but, arrah bedamnbut, | 25 |
| he finalised by lowering his woolly throat with the wonderful | 26 |
| midnight thirst was on him, as keen as mustard, he could not tell | 27 |
| what he did ale, that bothered he was from head to tail, and, | 28 |
| wishawishawish, leave it, what the Irish, boys, can do, if he did'nt | 29 |
| go, sliggymaglooral reemyround and suck up, sure enough, like | 30 |
| a Trojan, in some particular cases with the assistance of his vene- | 31 |
| rated tongue, whatever surplus rotgut, sorra much, was left by the | 32 |
| lazy lousers of maltknights and beerchurls in the different bot- | 33 |
| toms of the various different replenquished drinking utensils left | 34 |
| there behind them on the premisses by that whole hogsheaded | 35 |
| firkin family, the departed honourable homegoers and other sly- | 36 |