| Dichter and Lefanu (Sheridan's) old House by the Coachyard and | 1 |
| Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on the Floss. Ja, a swamp for Alt- | 2 |
| muehler and a stone for his flossies ! I know how racy they move | 3 |
| his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda like | 4 |
| that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it? | 5 |
| Lying beside the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost | 6 |
| it! Aimihi! With that turbary water who could see? So near and | 7 |
| yet so far! But O, gihon! I lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure | 8 |
| and moravar again. Regn onder river. Flies do your float. Thick | 9 |
| is the life for mere. | 10 |
| Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you | 11 |
| every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look, | 12 |
| look, the dusk is growing! My branches lofty are taking root. | 13 |
| And my cold cher's gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? | 14 |
| It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye or erewone last saw | 15 |
| Waterhouse's clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh. | 16 |
| When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach! | 17 |
| I'd want to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! There's the Belle | 18 |
| for Sexaloitez! And Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out | 19 |
| the clothes! Wring in the dew! Godavari, vert the showers! And | 20 |
| grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them here now? Ay, | 21 |
| we will. Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread mine on mine. | 22 |
| Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went is | 23 |
| rising. I'll lay a few stones on the hostel sheets. A man and his bride | 24 |
| embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them | 25 |
| only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The | 26 |
| strollers will pass it by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to | 27 |
| the fire and this for the code, the convent napkins,twelve, one | 28 |
| baby's shawl. Good mother Jossiph knows, she said. Whose | 29 |
| head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Wharnow are alle her childer, | 30 |
| say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them | 31 |
| farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some here, more no more, more | 32 |
| again lost alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch of the | 33 |
| Shannons was married into a family in Spain. And all the Dun- | 34 |
| ders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland beyond Brendan's herring | 35 |
| pool takes number nine in yangsee's hats. And one of Biddy's | 36 |