| the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle | 1 |
| and cut. But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale | 2 |
| eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him the journeyall | 3 |
| Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. You | 4 |
| had a gamier cock than Pete, Jake or Martin and your archgoose | 5 |
| of geese stubbled for All Angels' Day. So may the priest of seven | 6 |
| worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you | 7 |
| as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey that's in Heaven! | 8 |
| Hep, hep, hurrah there! Hero! Seven times thereto we salute | 9 |
| you! The whole bag of kits, falconplumes and jackboots incloted, | 10 |
| is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system | 11 |
| of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copri- | 12 |
| capron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the | 13 |
| region of sahuls. And that's ashore as you were born. Your shuck | 14 |
| tick's swell. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome | 15 |
| roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not | 16 |
| unrested ! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid, | 17 |
| Totumcalmum, saith: I know thee, metherjar, I know thee, sal- | 18 |
| vation boat. For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama- | 19 |
| nation, who comest ever without being invoked, whose coming | 20 |
| is unknown, all the things which the company of the precentors | 21 |
| and of the grammarians of Christpatrick's ordered concerning | 22 |
| thee in the matter of the work of thy tombing. Howe of the ship- | 23 |
| men, steep wall! | 24 |
| Everything's going on the same or so it appeals to all of us, | 25 |
| in the old holmsted here. Coughings all over the sanctuary, bad | 26 |
| scrant to me aunt Florenza. The horn for breakfast, one o'gong | 27 |
| for lunch and dinnerchime. As popular as when Belly the First | 28 |
| was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same | 29 |
| shop slop in the window. Jacob's lettercrackers and Dr Tipple's | 30 |
| Vi-Cocoa and the Eswuards' desippated soup beside Mother Sea- | 31 |
| gull's syrup. Meat took a drop when Reilly-Parsons failed. Coal's | 32 |
| short but we've plenty of bog in the yard. And barley's up again, | 33 |
| begrained to it. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir, | 34 |
| spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by | 35 |
| mudapplication. Allfor the books and never pegging smashers | 36 |