| smell of Shakeletin and scratchman and his mouth watering, acid | 1 |
| and alkolic; signs on the salt, and so now pass the loaf for Christ | 2 |
| sake. Amen. And so. And all. | 3 |
| Matt. And loaf. So that was the end. And it can't be helped. | 4 |
| Ah, God be good to us! Poor Andrew Martin Cunningham! | 5 |
| Take breath ! Ay ! Ay ! | 6 |
| And still and all at that time of the dynast days of old konning | 7 |
| Soteric Sulkinbored and Bargomuster Bart, when they struck coil | 8 |
| and shock haunts, in old Hungerford-on-Mudway, where first I | 9 |
| met thee oldpoetryck flied from may, and the Finnan haddies and | 10 |
| the Noal Sharks and the muckstails turtles like an acoustic pot- | 11 |
| tish and the griesouper bullyum and how he poled him up his | 12 |
| boccat of vuotar and got big buzz for his name in the airweek's | 13 |
| honours from home, colonies and empire, they were always with | 14 |
| assisting grace, thinking (up) and not forgetting about shims and | 15 |
| shawls week, in auld land syne (up) their four hosenbands, that | 16 |
| were four (up) beautiful sister misters, now happily married, unto | 17 |
| old Gallstonebelly, and there they were always counting and con- | 18 |
| tradicting every night 'tis early the lovely mother of periwinkle | 19 |
| buttons, according to the lapper part of their anachronism (up | 20 |
| one up two up one up four) and after that there now she was, | 21 |
| in the end, the deary, soldpowder and all, the beautfour sisters, | 22 |
| and that was her mudhen republican name, right enough, from | 23 |
| alum and oves, and they used to be getting up from under, in | 24 |
| their tape and straw garlands, with all the worries awake in their | 25 |
| hair, at the kookaburra bell ringring all wrong inside of them | 26 |
| (come in, come on, you lazy loafs !) all inside their poor old Shan- | 27 |
| don bellbox (come out to hell, you lousy louts!) so frightened, | 28 |
| for the dthclangavore, like knockneeghs bumpsed by the fister- | 29 |
| man's straights, (ys ! ys !), at all hours every night, on their mistle- | 30 |
| toes, the four old oldsters, to see was the Transton Postscript | 31 |
| come, with their oerkussens under their armsaxters, all puddled | 32 |
| and mythified, the way the wind wheeled the schooler round, | 33 |
| when nobody wouldn't even let them rusten, from playing | 34 |
| their gastspiels, crossing their sleep by the shocking silence, | 35 |
| when they were in dreams of yore, standing behind the | 36 |