| umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine | 1 |
| for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in | 2 |
| the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! When you're in the | 3 |
| buckly shuit Rosensharonals near did for you. Fiftyseven and | 4 |
| three, cosh, with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his pooraroon | 5 |
| Eireen, they'll. Pride, comfytousness, enevy! You make me think | 6 |
| of a wonderdecker I once. Or somebalt thet sailder, the man me- | 7 |
| gallant, with the bangled ears. Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or, | 8 |
| no, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebrey erse from the Dark | 9 |
| Countries. Come and let us! We always said we'd. And go abroad. | 10 |
| Rathgreany way perhaps. The childher are still fast. There is no | 11 |
| school today. Them boys is so contrairy. The Head does be | 12 |
| worrying himself. Heel trouble and heal travel. Galliver and | 13 |
| Gellover. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in | 14 |
| the twinngling of an aye. Som. So oft. Sim. Time after time. | 15 |
| The sehm asnuh. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When | 16 |
| one of him sighs or one of him cries 'tis you all over. No peace | 17 |
| at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the | 18 |
| water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Dodd- | 19 |
| pebble. And when them two has had a good few there isn't much | 20 |
| more dirty clothes to publish. From the Laundersdale Minssions. | 21 |
| One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting | 22 |
| his widdle. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits | 23 |
| and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after, | 24 |
| all you were wanton! Bidding me do this and that and the other. | 25 |
| And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give | 26 |
| to have a girl! Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky! The | 27 |
| way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade. | 28 |
| If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways, | 29 |
| runaways a stray. She's as merry as the gricks still. 'Twould be | 30 |
| sore should ledden sorrow. I'll wait. And I'll wait. And then if | 31 |
| all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops hospodch and | 32 |
| the slusky slut too. He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you | 33 |
| round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. If you | 34 |
| spun your yarns to him on the swishbarque waves I was spelling | 35 |
| my yearns to her over cottage cake. We'll not disturb their sleep- | 36 |