| cooshes, sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see, | 1 |
| they're as white as the riven snae. For us. Next peaters poll you | 2 |
| will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella | 3 |
| woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh | 4 |
| O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round | 5 |
| the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the | 6 |
| po to shambe on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen | 7 |
| on to the brows of a Viker Eagle. Not such big strides, huddy | 8 |
| foddy! You'll crush me antilopes I saved so long for. They're | 9 |
| Penisole's. And the two goodiest shoeshoes. It is hardly a Knut's | 10 |
| mile or seven, possumbotts. It is very good for the health of a | 11 |
| morning. With Buahbuah. A gentle motion all around. As | 12 |
| leisure paces. And the helpyourselftoastrool cure's easy. It seems | 13 |
| so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away. | 14 |
| Afartodays, afeartonights, and me as with you in thadark. You | 15 |
| will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where | 16 |
| I am bringing you? You remember? When I ran berrying after | 17 |
| hucks and haws. With you drawing out great aims to hazel me | 18 |
| from the hummock with your sling. Our cries. I could lead you | 19 |
| there and I still by you in bed. Les go dutc to Danegreven, | 20 |
| nos? Not a soul but ourselves. Time? We have loads on our | 21 |
| hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. And | 22 |
| the rest of the guns. Sullygan eight, from left to right. Olobobo, | 23 |
| ye foxy theagues! The moskors thought to ball you out. Or | 24 |
| the Wald Unicorns Master, Bugley Captain, from the Naul, drawls | 25 |
| up by the door with the Honourable Whilp and the Reverend | 26 |
| Poynter and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus, | 27 |
| in their riddletight raiding hats for to lift a hereshealth to their | 28 |
| robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host | 29 |
| out with your duck and your duty, capapole, while they reach | 30 |
| him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wis on your poll | 31 |
| and stick this in your ear, wiggly! Beauties don't answer and the | 32 |
| rich never pays. If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you, | 33 |
| Heathtown, Harbourstown, Snowtown, Four Knocks, Fleming- | 34 |
| town, Bodingtown to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they | 35 |
| housed to house you after the Platonic garlens! And all because, | 36 |