| Yuinness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for Festus King and | 1 |
| Roaring Peter and Frisky Shorty and Treacle Tom and O. B. | 2 |
| Behan and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran | 3 |
| and O'Delawarr Rossa and Nerone MacPacem and whoever you | 4 |
| chance to meet knocking around; and a pig's bladder balloon for | 5 |
| Selina Susquehanna Stakelum. But what did she give to Pruda | 6 |
| Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and Briery Brosna and | 7 |
| Teasy Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Maassy and Zusan Camac | 8 |
| and Melissa Bradogue and Flora Ferns and Fauna Fox-Good- | 9 |
| man and Grettna Greaney and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba | 10 |
| Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan with Simpatica | 11 |
| Sohan and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La Mesme and Philomena | 12 |
| O'Farrell and Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and Snakeshead | 13 |
| Lily and Fountainoy Laura and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy | 14 |
| Frances de Sales Macleay? She gave them ilcka madre's daughter | 15 |
| a moonflower and a bloodvein: but the grapes that ripe before | 16 |
| reason to them that devide the vinedress. So on Izzy, her shame- | 17 |
| maid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight, | 18 |
| life past befoul his prime. | 19 |
| My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's dusind with tithe | 20 |
| tillies to boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub ! And Hi- | 21 |
| bernonian market! All that and more under one crinoline enve- | 22 |
| lope if you dare to break the porkbarrel seal. No wonder they'd | 23 |
| run from her pison plague. Throw us your hudson soap for the | 24 |
| honour of Clane! The wee taste the water left. I'll raft it back, | 25 |
| first thing in the marne. Merced mulde! Ay, and don't forget the | 26 |
| reckitts I lohaned you. You've all the swirls your side of the cur- | 27 |
| rent. Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Who said you're to | 28 |
| blame for that if you have? You're a bit on the sharp side. I'm on | 29 |
| the wide. Only snuffers' cornets drifts my way that the cracka | 30 |
| dvine chucks out of his cassock, with her estheryear's marsh | 31 |
| narcissus to make him recant his vanitty fair. Foul strips of his | 32 |
| chinook's bible I do be reading, dodwell disgustered but chickled | 33 |
| with chuckles at the tittles is drawn on the tattlepage.
Senior ga | 34 |
| dito: Faciasi Omo! E omo fu fò. Ho! Ho! Senior ga
dito: Faciasi | 35 |
| Hidamo! Hidamo se ga facessà. Ha! Ha! And Die Windermere | 36 |