| mien, we are in rearing of a norewhig. So weenybeeny- | 1 |
| veenyteeny. Comsy see! Het wis if ee newt. Lissom! lissom! | 2 |
| I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes | 3 |
| prittle. | 4 |
| It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld, | 5 |
| when Adam was delvin and his madameen spinning watersilts, | 6 |
| when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal | 7 |
| ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy to his love- | 8 |
| saking eyes and everybilly lived alove with everybiddy else, and | 9 |
| Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, | 10 |
| laying cold hands on himself. And his two little jiminies, cousins | 11 |
| of ourn, Tristopher and Hilary, were kickaheeling their dummy | 12 |
| on the oil cloth flure of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse. | 13 |
| And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece- | 14 |
| of-his-in-law, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy | 15 |
| one and made her wit foreninst the dour. And she lit up and fire- | 16 |
| land was ablaze. And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusi- | 17 |
| enne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porter- | 18 |
| pease? And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour | 19 |
| handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her grace | 20 |
| o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan- | 21 |
| dy westerness she rain, rain, rain. And Jarl van Hoother war- | 22 |
| lessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to | 23 |
| my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud. And there | 24 |
| was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles some- | 25 |
| where in Erio. And the prankquean went for her forty years' | 26 |
| walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love- | 27 |
| spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her | 28 |
| four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convor- | 29 |
| ted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman. So then | 30 |
| she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again | 31 |
| at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers and the jiminy with | 32 |
| her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. And where | 33 |
| did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. And Jarl von Hoo- | 34 |
| ther had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, | 35 |
| shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary and | 36 |