| old Con Connolly's residence! By the horn of twenty of both of | 1 |
| the two Saint Collopys, blackmail him I will in arrears or my | 2 |
| name's not penitent Ferdinand! And it's daily and hourly I'll | 3 |
| nurse him till he pays me fine fee. Ameal. | 4 |
| Well, here's looking at ye! If I never leave you biddies till | 5 |
| my stave is a bar I'd be tempted rigidly to become a passionate | 6 |
| father. Me hunger's weighed. Hungkung! Me anger's suaged! | 7 |
| Hangkang! Ye can stop as ye are, little lay mothers, and wait in | 8 |
| wish and wish in vain till the grame reaper draws nigh, with | 9 |
| the sickle of the sickles, as a blessing in disguise. Devil a curly | 10 |
| hair I care! If any lightfoot Clod Dewvale was to hold me up, | 11 |
| dicksturping me and marauding me of my rights to my onus, yan, | 12 |
| tyan, tethera, methera, pimp, I'd let him have my best pair of | 13 |
| galloper's heels in the creamsourer. He will have better manners, | 14 |
| I'm dished if he won't! Console yourself, drawhure deelish! | 15 |
| There's a refond of eggsized coming to you out of me so mind | 16 |
| you do me duty on me! Bruise your bulge below the belt till I | 17 |
| blewblack beside you. And you'll miss me more as the narrowing | 18 |
| weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, | 19 |
| till whensday. Look for me always at my west and I will think | 20 |
| to dine. A tear or two in time is all there's toot. And then in a | 21 |
| click of the clock, toot toot, and doff doff we pop with sinnerettes | 22 |
| in silkettes lining longroutes fo His Diligence Majesty, our | 23 |
| longdistance laird that likes creation. To whoosh! | 24 |
Meesh, meesh, yes, pet. We were too happy. I knew some- | 25 |
| thing would happen. I understand but listen, drawher nearest, | 26 |
| Tizzy intercepted, flushing but flashing from her dove and dart | 27 |
| eyes as she tactilifully grapbed her male corrispondee to flusther | 28 |
| sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear, I know, benjamin brother, | 29 |
| but listen, I want, girls palmassing, to whisper my whish. (She | 30 |
| like them like us, me and you, had thoud he n'er it would haltin so | 31 |
| lithe when leased is tacitempust tongue). Of course, engine dear, | 32 |
| I'm ashamed for my life (I must clear my throttle) over this lost | 33 |
| moment's gift of memento nosepaper which I'm sorry, my | 34 |
| precious, is allathome I with grief can call my own but all the | 35 |
| same, listen, Jaunick, accept this witwee's mite, though a jenny- | 36 |