And hopy tope! sagd he, anded the enderer, now dyply | 1 |
| hypnotised or hopeseys doper himself. And kersse him, sagd he, | 2 |
| after inunder tarrapoulling, and the shines he cuts, shinar, the | 3 |
| screeder, the stitchimesnider, adepted to nosestorsioms in his | 4 |
| budinholder, cummanisht, sagd he, (fouyoufoukou!) which goes | 5 |
| in the ways smooking publics, sagd he, bomboosting to be in | 6 |
| thelitest civille row faction for a dubblebrasterd navvygaiterd, | 7 |
| (flick off that hvide aske, big head!) sagd he, the big bag of my | 8 |
| hamd till hem, tollerloon, sagd he, with his pudny bun brofkost | 9 |
| when he walts meet the bangd. I will put his fleas of wood in the | 10 |
| flour, and he sagd, behunt on the oatshus, the not wellmade one, | 11 |
| sagd he, the kersse of my armsore appal this most unmentionablest | 12 |
| of men (mundering eeriesk, if he didn't scalded him all the | 13 |
| shimps names in his gitter!) a coathemmed gusset sewer, sagd he, | 14 |
| his first cudgin is an innvalet in the unitred stables which is not | 15 |
| feed tonights a kirtle offal fisk and he is that woe worstered | 16 |
| wastended shootmaker whatever poked a noodle in a clouth! | 17 |
| So for the second tryon all the meeting of the acarras had it. | 18 |
| How he hised his bungle oar his shourter and cut the pinter off his | 19 |
| pourer and lay off for Fellagulphia in the farning. From his | 20 |
| dhruimadhreamdhrue back to Brighten-pon-the-Baltic, from our | 21 |
| lund's rund turs bag til threathy hoeres a wuke. Ugh! | 22 |
Stuff, Taaffe, stuff! interjoked it his wife's hopesend to the | 23 |
| boath of them consistently. Come back to May Aileen. | 24 |
Ild luck to it! blastfumed the nowraging scamptail, in flating | 25 |
| furies outs trews his cammelskins, the flashlight of his ire wacker- | 26 |
| ing from the eyewinker on his masttop. And aye far he fared from | 27 |
| Afferik Arena and yea near he night till Blawland Bearring, | 28 |
| baken be the brazen sun, buttered be the snows. And the sea | 29 |
| shoaled and the saw squalled. And, soaking scupper, didn't he | 30 |
| drain | 31 |
| A pause. | 32 |
| Infernal machinery (serial number: Bullysacre, dig care a dig) | 33 |
| having thus passed the buck to billy back from jack (finder the | 34 |
| keeper) as the baffling yarn sailed in circles it was now high tide | 35 |
| for the reminding pair of snipers to be suitably punished till they | 36 |