| he caught his paper dispillsation from the poke, old Minace and | 1 |
| Minster York? Do I mind? I mind the gush off the mon like Bal- | 2 |
| lybock manure works on a tradewinds day. And the O'Moyly | 3 |
| gracies and the O'Briny rossies chaffing him bluchface and play- | 4 |
| ing him pranks. How do you do, todo, North Mister? Get into | 5 |
| my way! Ah dearome forsailoshe! Gone over the bays! When | 6 |
| ginabawdy meadabawdy! Yerra, why would he heed that old | 7 |
| gasometer with his hooping coppin and his dyinboosycough and | 8 |
| all the birds of the southside after her, Minxy Cunningham, their | 9 |
| dear divorcee darling, jimmies and jonnies to be her jo? Hold | 10 |
| hard. There's three other corners to our isle's cork float. Sure, 'tis | 11 |
| well I can telesmell him H2CE3 that would take a township's | 12 |
| breath away! Gob and I nose him too well as I do meself, heav- | 13 |
| ing up the Kay Wall by the 32 to 11 with his limelooking horse- | 14 |
| bags full of sesameseed, the Whiteside Kaffir, and his sayman's | 15 |
| effluvium and his scentpainted voice, puffing out his thundering | 16 |
| big brown cabbage! Pa! Thawt I'm glad a gull for his pawsdeen | 17 |
| fiunn! Goborro, sez he, Lankyshied! Gobugga ye, sez I! O | 18 |
| breezes! I sniffed that lad long before anyone. It was when I was | 19 |
| in my farfather out at the west and she and myself, the redheaded | 20 |
| girl, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane. Fine feelplay we had | 21 |
| of it mid the kissabetts frisking in the kool kurkle dusk of the | 22 |
| lushiness. My perfume of the pampas, says she (meaning me) | 23 |
| putting out her netherlights, and I'd sooner one precious sip at | 24 |
| your pure mountain dew than enrich my acquaintance with that | 25 |
| big brewer's belch. | 26 |
| And so they went on, the fourbottle men, the analists, ungu- | 27 |
| am and nunguam and lunguam again, their anschluss about her | 28 |
| whosebefore and his whereafters and how she was lost away | 29 |
| away in the fern and how he was founded deap on deep in anear, | 30 |
| and the rustlings and the twitterings and the raspings and the | 31 |
| snappings and the sighings and the paintings and the ukukuings | 32 |
| and the (hist!) the springapartings and the (hast!) the bybyscutt- | 33 |
| lings and all the scandalmunkers and the pure craigs that used to | 34 |
| be (up) that time living and lying and rating and riding round | 35 |
| Nunsbelly Square. And all the buds in the bush. And the laugh- | 36 |