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what brilliant bridgecloths and joking up with his tonguespitz1
to the crimosing balkonladies, here's a help undo their modest2
stays with a fullbelow may the funnyfeelbelong. Oddsbones,3
that may it! Carilloners will ring their gluckspeels. Rng rng!4
Rng rng ! S. Presbutt-in-the-North, S. Mark Underloop,5
S. Lorenz-by-the-Toolechest, S. Nicholas Myre. You shall6
hark to anune S. Gardener, S. George-le-Greek, S. Barclay7
Moitered, S. Phibb, Iona-in-the-Fields with Paull-the-Aposteln.8
And audialterand: S. Jude-at-Gate, Bruno Friars, S. Weslen-9
on-the-Row, S. Molyneux Without, S. Mary Stillamaries with10
Bride-and-Audeons-behind-Wardborg. How chimant in effect!11
Alla tingaling pealabells! So a many of churches one cannot12
pray own's prayers. 'Tis holyyear's day! Juin jully we may!13
Agithetta and Tranquilla shall demure umclaused but Marl-14
borough-the-Less, Greatchrist and Holy Protector shall have15
open virgilances. Beata Basilica! But will be not pontifi-16
cation? Dock, dock, agame! Primatially. At wateredge. Can-17
taberra and Neweryork may supprecate when, by vepers, for18
towned and travalled, his goldwhite swaystick aloft ylifted,19
umbrilla-parasoul, Monsigneur of Deublan shall impart to all.20
Benedictus benedicat! To board! And mealsight! Unjoint him21
this bittern, frust me this chicken, display yon crane, thigh her22
her pigeon, unlace allay rabbit and pheasant! Sing: Old Finncoole,23
he's a mellow old saoul when he swills with his fuddlers free!24
Poppop array! For we're all jollygame fellhellows which no-25
bottle can deny! Here be trouts culponed for ye and salmons26
chined and sturgeons tranched, sanced capons, lobsters barbed.27
Call halton eatwords! Mumm me moe mummers! What, no28
Ithalians? How, not one Moll Pamelas? Accordingly! Play actors29
by us ever have crash to their gate. Mr Messop and Mr Borry will30
produce of themselves, as they're two genitalmen of Veruno,31
Senior Nowno and Senior Brolano (finaly! finaly!), all for love of32
a fair penitent that, a she be broughton, rhoda's a rosy she. Their33
two big skins! How they strave to gat her! Such a boyplay! Their34
bouchicaulture ! What tyronte power! Buy our fays ! My name is35
novel and on the Granby in hills. Bravose! Thou traitor slave!36