| grogging suburbanites, such as it was, fall and fall about, to the | 1 |
| brindishing of his charmed life, as toastified by his cheeriubi- | 2 |
| cundenances,no matter whether it was chateaubottled Guiness's | 3 |
| or Phoenix brewery stout it was or John Jameson and Sons or | 4 |
| Roob Coccola or, for the matter of that, O'Connell's famous old | 5 |
| Dublin ale that he wanted like hell, more that halibut oil or | 6 |
| jesuits tea, as a fall back, of several different quantities and quali- | 7 |
| ties amounting in all to, I should say, considerably more than the | 8 |
| better part of a gill or naggin of imperial dry and liquid measure | 9 |
| till, welcome be from us here, till the rising of the morn, till that | 10 |
| hen of Kaven's shows her beaconegg, and Chapwellswendows | 11 |
| stain our horyhistoricold and Father MacMichael stamps for | 12 |
| aitch o'clerk mess and the Litvian Newestlatter is seen, sold and | 13 |
| delivered and all's set for restart after the silence, like his ancestors | 14 |
| to this day after him (that the blazings of their ouldmouldy gods | 15 |
| may attend to them we pray!), overopposides the cowery lad in | 16 |
| the corner and forenenst the staregaze of the cathering candled, | 17 |
| that adornment of his album and folkenfather of familyans, he | 18 |
| came acrash a crupper sort of a sate on accomondation and the | 19 |
| very boxst in all his composs, whereuponce, behome the fore | 20 |
| for cove and trawlers, heave hone, leave lone, Larry's on the | 21 |
| focse and Faugh MacHugh O'Bawlar at the wheel, one to do and | 22 |
| one to dare, par by par, a peerless pair, ever here and over there, | 23 |
| with his fol the dee oll the doo on the flure of his feats and the | 24 |
| feels of the fumes in the wakes of his ears our wineman from | 25 |
| Barleyhome he just slumped to throne. | 26 |
|     So sailed the stout ship Nansy Hans. From Liff away. For | 27 |
| Nattenlaender. As who has come returns. Farvel, farerne! Good- | 28 |
| bark, goodbye! | 29 |
|     Now follow we out by Starloe! | 30 |