own sweet boosy love, which he puts his feeler to me behind | 1 |
the beggar's bush, does Freda, don't you be an emugee! Carry- | 2 |
one, he says, though we marooned through this woylde. We | 3 |
must spy a half a hind on honeysuckler now his old face's | 4 |
hardalone wiv his defences down during his wappin stillstand, | 5 |
says my Fred, and Jamessime here which, pip it, she simply must, | 6 |
she says, our pet, she'll do a retroussy from her point of view | 7 |
(Way you fly! Like a frush!) to keep her flouncies off the | 8 |
grass while paying the wetmenots a musichall visit and pair her | 9 |
fiefighs fore him with just one curl after the cad came back which | 10 |
we fought he wars a gunner and his corkiness lay up two bottles | 11 |
of joy with a shandy had by Fred and a fino oloroso which he | 12 |
was warming to, my right, Jimmy, my old brown freer? | 13 |
Whose dolour, O so mine! | 14 |
    Following idly up to seepoint, neath kingmount shadow the | 15 |
ilk for eke of us, whose nathem's banned, whose hofd a-hooded, | 16 |
welkim warsail, how di' you dew? Hollymerry, ivysad, whicher | 17 |
and whoer, Mr Black Atkins and you tanapanny troopertwos, | 18 |
were you there? Was truce of snow, moonmounded snow? Or | 19 |
did wolken hang o'er earth in umber hue his fulmenbomb? | 20 |
Number two coming! Full inside! Was glimpsed the mean | 21 |
amount of cloud? Or did pitter rain fall in a sprinkling? If the | 22 |
waters could speak as they flow! Timgle Tom, pall the bell! | 23 |
Izzy's busy down the dell ! Mizpah low, youyou, number | 24 |
one, in deep humidity! Listen, misled peerless, please! You | 25 |
are of course. You miss him so, to listleto! Of course, my | 26 |
pledge between us, there's no-one Noel like him here to | 27 |
hear. Esch so eschess, douls a doulse! Since Allan Rogue | 28 |
loved Arrah Pogue it's all Killdoughall fair. Triss! Only trees | 29 |
such as these such were those, waving there, the barketree, the | 30 |
o'briertree, the rowantree, the o'corneltree, the behanshrub near | 31 |
windy arbour, the magill o'dendron more. Trem! All the trees | 32 |
in the wood they trembold, humbild, when they heard the stop- | 33 |
press from domday's erewold. | 34 |
    Tiss! Two pretty mistletots ribboned to a tree, up rose libe- | 35 |
rator and, fancy, they were free! Four witty missywives, wink- | 36 |