| from the eligible ministriss for affairs with the black fremdling, | 1 |
| that enemy of our country, in a cleanlooking light and I don't | 2 |
| care a tongser's tammany hang who the mucky is nor twoo | 3 |
| hoots in the corner nor three shouts on a hill (were he even | 4 |
| a constantineal namesuch of my very own, Attaboy Knowling, | 5 |
| and like enoch to my townmajor ancestors, the two that are | 6 |
| taking out their divorces in the Spooksbury courts circuits, | 7 |
| Rere Uncle Remus, the Baas of Eboracum and Old Father | 8 |
| Ulissabon Knickerbocker, the lanky sire of Wolverhampton, | 9 |
| about their bristelings), but as true as there's a soke for sakes in | 10 |
| Twoways Peterborough and sure as home we come to newsky | 11 |
| prospect from west the wave on schedule time (if I came any | 12 |
| quicker I'll be right back before I left) from the land of breach | 13 |
| of promise with Brendan's mantle whitening the Kerribrasilian | 14 |
| sea and March's pebbles spinning from beneath our footslips to | 15 |
| carry fire and sword, rest insured that as we value the very name | 16 |
| in sister that as soon as we do possibly it will be a poor lookout | 17 |
| for that insister. He's a markt man from that hour. And why do | 18 |
| we say that, you may query me? Quary? Guess! Call'st thou? | 19 |
| Think and think and think, I urge on you. Muffed! The wrong | 20 |
| porridge. You are an ignoratis! Because then probably we'll | 21 |
| dumb well soon show him what the Shaun way is like how we'll | 22 |
| go a long way towards breaking his outsider's face for him for | 23 |
| making up to you with his bringthee balm of Gaylad and his | 24 |
| singthee songs of Arupee, chancetrying my ward's head into | 25 |
| sanctuary before feeling with his two dimensions for your nup- | 26 |
| tial dito. Ohibow, if I was Blonderboss I'd gooandfrighthisdual- | 27 |
| man! Now, we'll tell you what we'll do to be sicker instead of | 28 |
| compensation. We'll he'll burst our his mouth like Leary to the | 29 |
| Leinsterface and reduce he'll we'll ournhisn liniments to a | 30 |
| poolp. Open the door softly, somebody wants you, dear! You'll | 31 |
| hear him calling you, bump, like a blizz, in the muezzin of the | 32 |
| turkest night. Come on now, pillarbox! I'll stiffen your scribeall, | 33 |
| broken reed! That'll be it, grand operoar style, even should I, | 34 |
| with my sleuts of hogpew and cheekas, have to coomb the brash | 35 |
| of the libs round Close Saint Patrice to lay my louseboob on his | 36 |