paperming comfirts d'yu draw for all yur swearin? The spanglers, | 1 |
kiddy? | 2 |
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potators, I call it for I might as well tell yous Essexelcy, and I | 4 |
am not swallowing my air, the Golden Bridge's truth. It amounts | 5 |
to nada in pounds or pence. Not a glass of Lucan nor as much as | 6 |
the cost price of a highlandman's trousertree or the three crowns | 7 |
round your draphole (isn't it dram disgusting?) for the whole | 8 |
dumb plodding thing! | 9 |
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quid retribuamus? I ask you to say on your scotty pictail you | 11 |
were promised fines times with some staggerjuice or deadhorse, | 12 |
on strip or in larges, at the Raven and Sugarloaf, either Jones's | 13 |
lame or Jamesy's gait, anyhow? | 14 |
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How very necessarily true! Give me fair play. When? | 16 |
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zend? | 18 |
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treat! | 20 |
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hear yur right name now, Ghazi Power, my tristy minstrel, if | 22 |
yur not freckened of frank comment? | 23 |
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conditioned ulcers neither. | 25 |
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hulstler. | 30 |
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have? What mean you, august one? Fairplay for Finnians! I will | 33 |
have my humours. Sure, you would not do the cowardly thing | 34 |
and moll me roon? Tell Queen's road I am seilling. Farewell, | 35 |
but whenever! Buy! | 36 |