| is doing a walk, says she, in the feelmick's park, says he, like | 1 |
| a tarrable Turk, says she, letting loose on his nursery and, | 2 |
| begalla, he meet himself with Mr Michael Clery of a Tuesday | 3 |
| who said Father MacGregor was desperate to the bad place about | 4 |
| thassbawls and ejaculating about all the stairrods and the cats- | 5 |
| pew swashing his earwanker and thinconvenience being locked | 6 |
| up for months, owing to being putrenised by stragglers abusing | 7 |
| the apparatus, and for Tarpey to pull himself into his soup and | 8 |
| fish and to push on his borrowsaloaner and to go to the tumple | 9 |
| like greased lining and see Father MacGregor and, be Cad, sir, he | 10 |
| was to pipe up and saluate that clergyman and to tell his holiness | 11 |
| the whole goat's throat about the three shillings in the confusional | 12 |
| and to say how Mrs Lyons, the cuptosser, was the infidel who | 13 |
| prophessised to pose three shielings Peter's pelf off her tocher | 14 |
| from paraguais and albs by the yard to Mr Martin Clery for | 15 |
| Father Mathew to put up a midnight mask saints withins of a | 16 |
| Thrushday for African man and to let Brown child do and to leave | 17 |
| he Anlone and all the nuisances committed by soldats and non- | 18 |
| behavers and missbelovers for N.D. de l'Ecluse to send more | 19 |
| heehaw hell's flutes, my prodder again! And I never brought my | 20 |
| cads in togs blanket! Foueh! | 21 |
Angly as arrows, but you have right, my celtslinger! Nils, | 22 |
| Mugn and Cannut. Should brothers be for awe then? | 23 |
So let use off be octo while oil bike the bil and wheel | 24 |
| whang till wabblin befoul you but mere and mire trullopes will | 25 |
| knaver mate a game on the bibby bobby burns of. | 26 |
Quatsch! What hill ar yu fluking about,ye lamelookond | 27 |
| fyats! I'll discipline ye! Will you swear or affirm the day to yur | 28 |
| second sight noo and recant that all yu affirmed to profetised at | 29 |
| first sight for his southerly accent was all paddyflaherty? Will | 30 |
| ye, ay or nay? | 31 |
Ay say aye. I affirmly swear to it that it rooly and cooly | 32 |
| boolyhooly was with my holyhagionous lips continuously poised | 33 |
| upon the rubricated annuals of saint ulstar. | 34 |
That's very guid of ye, R.C.! Maybe yu wouldn't mind | 35 |
| talling us, my labrose lad, how very much bright cabbage or | 36 |