| the duskrose has choosed out Goatstown's hedges, twolips have | 1 |
| pressed togatherthem by sweet Rush, townland of twinedlights, | 2 |
| the whitethorn and the redthorn have fairygeyed the mayvalleys | 3 |
| of Knockmaroon, and, though for rings round them, during a | 4 |
| chiliad of perihelygangs, the Formoreans have brittled the too- | 5 |
| ath of the Danes and the Oxman has been pestered by the Fire- | 6 |
| bugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the Kevan- | 7 |
| ses and Little on the Green is childsfather to the City (Year! | 8 |
| Year! And laughtears!), these paxsealing buttonholes have
quad- | 9 |
| rilled across the centuries and whiff now whafft to us, fresh and | 10 |
| made-of-all-smiles as, on the eve of Killallwho. | 11 |
| The babbelers with their thangas vain have been (confusium | 12 |
| hold them!) they were and went; thigging thugs were and hou- | 13 |
| hnhymn songtoms were and comely norgels were and pollyfool | 14 |
| fiansees. Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the | 15 |
| blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry | 16 |
| piggy?: and the duncledames have countered with the hellish fel- | 17 |
| lows: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they | 18 |
| fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And | 19 |
| still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the | 20 |
| field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: | 21 |
| and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush! Well may they | 22 |
| wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as | 23 |
| old as the howitts. Lave a whale a while in a whillbarrow (isn't | 24 |
| it the truath I'm tallin ye?) to have fins and flippers that shimmy | 25 |
| and shake. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. Fleppety! | 26 |
| Flippety! Fleapow! | 27 |
| Hop! | 28 |
| In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a | 29 |
| parth a lone who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid | 30 |
| hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot. He hath locktoes, this short- | 31 |
| shins, and, Obeold that's pectoral, his mammamuscles most | 32 |
| mousterious. It is slaking nuncheon out of some thing's brain | 33 |
| pan. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep | 34 |
| fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it junipery or febrew- | 35 |
| ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and | 36 |