| to play cash cash in Novo Nilbud by swamplight nor a' toole o' | 1 |
| tall o' toll and noddy hint to the convaynience. | 2 |
| He dug in and dug out by the skill of his tilth for himself and | 3 |
| all belonging to him and he sweated his crew beneath his auspice | 4 |
| for the living and he urned his dread, that dragon volant, and he | 5 |
| made louse for us and delivered us to boll weevils amain, that | 6 |
| mighty liberator, Unfru-Chikda-Uru-Wukru and begad he did, | 7 |
| our ancestor most worshipful, till he thought of a better one in | 8 |
| his windower's house with that blushmantle upon him from ears- | 9 |
| end to earsend. And would again could whispring grassies wake | 10 |
| him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will | 11 |
| again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have | 12 |
| you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding, | 13 |
| will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake? Usgueadbaugham! | 14 |
| Anam muck an dhoul ! Did ye drink me doornail? | 15 |
| Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure | 16 |
| like a god on pension and don't be walking abroad. Sure you'd | 17 |
| only lose yourself in Healiopolis now the way your roads in | 18 |
| Kapelavaster are that winding there after the calvary, the North | 19 |
| Umbrian and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the | 20 |
| Bower Moore and wet your feet maybe with the foggy dew's | 21 |
| abroad. Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey | 22 |
| with his shoe hanging, clankatachankata, or a slut snoring with an | 23 |
| impure infant on a bench. 'Twould turn you against life, so | 24 |
| 'twould. And the weather's that mean too. To part from Devlin | 25 |
| is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier | 26 |
| than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have | 27 |
| no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are, primesigned | 28 |
| in the full of your dress, bloodeagle waistcoat and all, remember- | 29 |
| ing your shapes and sizes on the pillow of your babycurls under | 30 |
| your sycamore by the keld water where the Tory's clay will scare | 31 |
| the varmints and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket, | 32 |
| kerchief, ring and amberulla, the whole treasure of the pyre, in the | 33 |
| land of souls with Homin and Broin Baroke and pole ole Lonan | 34 |
| and Nobucketnozzler and the Guinnghis Khan. And we'll be | 35 |
| coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing | 36 |