| they're raised on bruised stone root ginger though it winters on | 1 |
| their heads as if auctumned round their waistbands. If you'd had | 2 |
| pains in your hairs you wouldn't look so orgibald. You'd have | 3 |
| Colley Macaires on your lump of lead. Now listen, Mr Leer! | 4 |
| And stow that sweatyfunnyadams Simper! Take an old geeser | 5 |
| who calls on his skirt. Note his sleek hair, so elegant, tableau | 6 |
| vivant. He vows her to be his own honeylamb, swears they will | 7 |
| be papa pals, by Sam, and share good times way down west in a | 8 |
| guaranteed happy lovenest when May moon she shines and they | 9 |
| twit twinkle all the night, combing the comet's tail up right and | 10 |
| shooting popguns at the stars. Creampuffs all to dime! Every | 11 |
| nice, missymackenzies! For dear old grumpapar, he's gone on | 12 |
| the razzledar, through gazing and crazing and blazing at the stars. | 13 |
| Compree! She wants her wardrobe to hear from above by return | 14 |
| with cash so as she can buy her Peter Robinson trousseau and cut | 15 |
| a dash with Arty, Bert or possibly Charley Chance (who knows?) | 16 |
| so tolloll Mr Hunker you're too dada for me to dance (so off she | 17 |
| goes !) and that's how half the gels in town has got their bottom | 18 |
| drars while grumpapar he's trying to hitch his braces on to his | 19 |
| trars. But old grum he's not so clean dippy between sweet you | 20 |
| and yum (not on your life, boy! not in those trousers! not by a | 21 |
| large jugful!) for someplace on the sly,where Furphy he isn't by, | 22 |
| old grum has his gel number two (bravevow, our Grum!) and he | 23 |
| would like to canoodle her too some part of the time for he is | 24 |
| downright fond of his number one but O he's fair mashed on | 25 |
| peaches number two so that if he could only canoodle the two, | 26 |
| chivee chivoo, all three would feel genuinely happy, it's as simple | 27 |
| as A. B. C., the two mixers, we mean, with their cherrybum | 28 |
| chappy (for he is simply shamming dippy) if they all were afloat | 29 |
| in a dreamlifeboat, hugging two by two in his zoo-doo-you-doo, | 30 |
| a tofftoff for thee, missymissy for me and howcameyou-e'enso for | 31 |
| Farber, in his tippy, upindown dippy, tiptoptippy canoodle, can | 32 |
| you? Finny. | 33 |
| Ack, ack, ack. With which clap, trap and soddenment, three to | 34 |
| a loaf, our mutual friends the fender and the bottle at the gate seem | 35 |
| to be implicitly in the same bateau, so to singen, bearing also | 36 |