| Conry ap Mul or Lap ap Morion and Buffler ap Matty Mac | 1 |
| Gregory for Marcus on Podex by Daddy de Wyer, old baga- | 2 |
| broth, beeves and scullogues, churls and vassals, in same, sept | 3 |
| and severalty and one by one and sing a mamalujo. To the | 4 |
| heroest champion of Eren and his braceoelanders and Gowan, | 5 |
| Gawin and Gonne. | 6 |
| And after that now in the future, please God, after nonpenal | 7 |
| start, all repeating ourselves, in medios loquos, from where he got | 8 |
| a useful arm busy on the touchline, due south of her western | 9 |
| shoulder down to death and the love embrace, with an interesting | 10 |
| tallow complexion and all now united, sansfamillias, let us ran on | 11 |
| to say oremus prayer and homeysweet homely, after fully realis- | 12 |
| ing the gratifying experiences of highly continental evenements, | 13 |
| for meter and peter to temple an eslaap, for auld acquaintance, to | 14 |
| Peregrine and Michael and Farfassa and Peregrine, for navigants | 15 |
| et peregrinantibus, in all the old imperial and Fionnachan sea and | 16 |
| for vogue awallow to a Miss Yiss, you fascinator, you, sing a | 17 |
| lovasteamadorion to Ladyseyes, here's Tricks and Doelsy, de- | 18 |
| lightfully ours, in her doaty ducky little blue and roll his hoop | 19 |
| and how she ran, when wit won free, the dimply blissed and aw- | 20 |
| fully bucked, right glad we never shall forget, thoh the dayses | 21 |
| gone still they loves young dreams and old Luke with his | 22 |
| kingly leer, so wellworth watching, and Senchus Mor, possessed | 23 |
| of evident notoriety, and another more of the bigtimers, to name | 24 |
| no others, of whom great things were expected in the fulmfilming | 25 |
| department, for the lives of Lazarus and auld luke syne and she | 26 |
| haihaihail her kobbor kohinor sehehet on the praze savohole | 27 |
| shanghai. | 28 |
| Hear, O hear, Iseult la belle ! Tristan, sad hero, hear ! The Lambeg | 29 |
| drum, the Lombog reed, the Lumbag fiferer, the Limibig brazenaze. | 30 |
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| Anno Domini nostri sancti Jesu Christi | 32 |
| Nine hundred and ninetynine million pound sterling in the blueblack | 33 |
| bowels of the bank of Ulster. | 34 |
| Braw bawbees and good gold pounds, galore, my girleen, a Sunday'll | 35 |
| prank thee finely. | 36 |