| that was writ by one and rede by two and trouved by a poule in | 1 |
| the parco! I can see that, I see you are. How does it tummel? | 2 |
| Listen now. Are you listening? Yes, yes ! Idneed I am ! Tarn your | 3 |
| ore ouse ! Essonne inne ! | 4 |
| By earth end the cloudy but I badly want a
brandnew bankside, | 5 |
| bedamp and I do, and a plumper at that! | 6 |
| For the putty affair I have is wore out, so it is, sitting,yaping and | 7 |
| waiting for my old Dane hodder dodderer, my life in death companion, | 8 |
| my frugal key of our larder, my much-altered camel's hump, my | 9 |
| jointspoiler, my maymoon's honey, my fool to the last Decemberer, | 10 |
| to wake himself out of his winter's doze and bore me down like he | 11 |
| used to. | 12 |
| Is there irwell a lord of the manor or a knight of the shire at strike, | 13 |
| I wonder, that'd dip me a dace or two in cash for washing and | 14 |
| darning his worshipful socks for him now we're run out of horse- | 15 |
| brose and milk? | 16 |
| Only for my short Brittas bed made's as snug as it smells it's | 17 |
| out I'd lep and off with me to the slobs della Tolka or the plage au | 18 |
| Clontarf to feale the gay aire of my salt troublin bay and the race | 19 |
| of the saywint up me ambushure. | 20 |
| Onon! Onon! tell me more. Tell me every tiny teign. I want | 21 |
| to know every single ingul. Down to what made the potters fly | 22 |
| into jagsthole. And why were the vesles vet. That homa fever's | 23 |
| winning me wome. If a mahun of the horse but hard me! We'd | 24 |
| be bundukiboi meet askarigal. Well, now comes the hazel- | 25 |
| hatchery part. After Clondalkin the Kings's Inns. We'll soon be | 26 |
| there with the freshet. How many aleveens had she in tool? I can't | 27 |
| rightly rede you that. Close only knows. Some say she had three | 28 |
| figures to fill and confined herself to a hundred eleven, wan by- | 29 |
| wan bywan, making meanacuminamoyas. Olaph lamm et, all that | 30 |
| pack? We won't have room in the kirkeyaard. She can't remember | 31 |
| half of the cradlenames she smacked on them by the grace of her | 32 |
| boxing bishop's infallible slipper, the cane for Kund and abbles for | 33 |
| Eyolf and ayther nayther for Yakov Yea. A hundred and how? | 34 |
| They did well to rechristien her Pluhurabelle. O loreley! What a | 35 |
| loddon lodes! Heigh ho! But it's quite on the cards she'll shed | 36 |