| is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most Awful | 1 |
| Grimmest Sunshat Cromwelly. Looted. This is the jinnies' hast- | 2 |
| ings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone. Dispatch in thin | 3 |
| red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. Yaw, yaw, yaw! | 4 |
| Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken! Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugact- | 5 |
| ing. Nap. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the | 6 |
| Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies is jillous agincourting | 7 |
| all the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto | 8 |
| the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up.
This | 9 |
| is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a | 10 |
| ball up his ear to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hur- | 11 |
| old dispitchback. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me | 12 |
| Belchum. Salamangra! Ayi, ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! | 13 |
| Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of | 14 |
| Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! This is me Belchum in | 15 |
| his twelvemile cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost, | 16 |
| footing the camp for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's | 17 |
| as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout. This is Roo- | 18 |
| shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon | 19 |
| Futter with the popynose. After his hundred days' indulgence. | 20 |
| This is the blessed. Tarra's widdars! This is jinnies in the bonny | 21 |
| bawn blooches. This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the | 22 |
| Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! | 23 |
| (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the | 24 |
| solphereens in action, this is their mobbily, this is panickburns. | 25 |
| Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! | 26 |
| Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat | 27 |
| strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster- | 28 |
| lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip- | 29 |
| py trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip. This is me Bel- | 30 |
| chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in | 31 |
| the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the | 32 |
| marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the | 33 |
| Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy- | 34 |
| Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam- | 35 |
| bariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras! This is the pettiest | 36 |