ning two lay payees. Norsker. Her raven flag was out, the | 1 |
slaver. I trow pon good, jordan's scaper, good's barnet and | 2 |
trustyman. Crouch low, you pigeons three! Say, call that girl with | 3 |
the tan tress awn! Call Wolfhound! Wolf of the sea. Folchu! | 4 |
Folchu! | 5 |
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mouth. I will crusade on with the parent ship, weather prophet- | 7 |
ting, far away from those green hills,a station, Ireton tells me, | 8 |
bonofide for keeltappers, now to come to the midnight middy | 9 |
on this levantine ponenter. From Daneland sailed the oxeyed | 10 |
man, now mark well what I say. | 11 |
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A destroyer in our port. Signed to me with his baling scoop. Laid | 13 |
bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle me. Ecce Hagios | 14 |
Chrisman! | 15 |
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First. Hootchcopper's enkel at the navel manuvres! | 17 |
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this lad, why the pups? | 19 |
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Emania Ware him well. | 21 |
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acushla, that you tied yourself up that wrynecky fix? | 23 |
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pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A child's | 25 |
dread for a dragon vicefather. Hillcloud encompass us! You | 26 |
mean you lived as milky at their lyceum, couard, while you | 27 |
learned, volp volp, to howl yourself wolfwise. Dyb! Dyb! Do | 28 |
your best. | 29 |
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cubs are after me, it zeebs, the whole totem pack, vuk vuk and | 31 |
vuk vuk to them, for Robinson's shield. | 32 |
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fingall harriers! Here howl me wiseacre's hat till I die of the | 34 |
milkman's lupus! | 35 |
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