| Newslaters and the mossacre of Saint Brices, to forget the past, | 1 |
| when the burglar he shoved the wretch in churneroil, and con- | 2 |
| tradicting all about Lally, the ballest master of Gosterstown, and | 3 |
| his old fellow, the Lagener, in the Locklane Lighthouse, earing his | 4 |
| wick with a pierce of railing, and liggen hig with his ladder up, and | 5 |
| that oldtime turner and his sadderday erely cloudsing, the old | 6 |
| croniony, Skelly, with the lether belly, full of neltts, full of keltts, | 7 |
| full of lightweight beltts and all the bald drakes or ever he had up | 8 |
| in the bohereen,off Artsichekes Road, with Moels and Mahmullagh | 9 |
| Mullarty, the man in the Oran mosque, and the old folks at home | 10 |
| and Duignan and Lapole and the grand confarreation, as per the | 11 |
| cabbangers richestore, of the filest archives, and he couldn't stop | 12 |
| laughing over Tom Tim Tarpey, the Welshman, and the four | 13 |
| middleaged widowers, all nangles, sangles, angles and wangles. | 14 |
| And now, that reminds me, not to forget the four of the Welsh | 15 |
| waves, leaping laughing, in their Lumbag Walk, over old Battle- | 16 |
| shore and Deaddleconchs, in their half a Roman hat, with an an- | 17 |
| cient Greek gloss on it, in Chichester College auction and, thank | 18 |
| God, they were all summarily divorced, four years before, or so | 19 |
| they say, by their dear poor shehusbands, in dear byword days, | 20 |
| and never brought to mind, to see no more the rainwater on the | 21 |
| floor but still they parted, raining water laughing, per Nupiter | 22 |
| Privius, only terpary, on the best of terms and be forgot, whilk was | 23 |
| plainly foretolk by their old pilgrim cocklesong or they were sing- | 24 |
| ing through the wettest indies As I was going to Burrymecarott we | 25 |
| fell in with a lout by the name of Peebles as also in another place by | 26 |
| their orthodox proverb so there was said thus That old fellow | 27 |
| knows milk though he's not used to it latterly. And so they parted. | 28 |
| In Dalkymont nember to. Ay, ay. The good go and the wicked | 29 |
| is left over. As evil flows so Ivel flows. Ay, ay. Ah, well sure, | 30 |
| that's the way. As the holymaid of Kunut said to the haryman | 31 |
| of Koombe. For his humple pesition in odvices. Woman. Squash. | 32 |
| Part. Ay, ay. By decree absolute. | 33 |
| Lucas. And, O so well they could remembore at that time, when | 34 |
| Carpery of the Goold Fins was in the kingship of Poolland, Mrs | 35 |
| Dowager Justice Squalchman, foorsitter, in her fullbottom wig | 36 |