| slackfoot, linkman laizurely, lampman loungey, and by Killesther's | 1 |
| lapes and falls, with corks,staves and treeleaves and more bub- | 2 |
| bles to his keelrow a fairish and easy way enough as the town cow | 3 |
| cries behind the times in the direction of Mac Auliffe's, the crucet- | 4 |
| house, Open the Door Softly, down in the valley before he was | 5 |
| really uprighted ere in a dip of the downs (uila!) he spoorlessly | 6 |
| disappaled and vanesshed, like a popo down a papa, from circular | 7 |
| circulatio. Ah, mean! | 8 |
| Gaogaogaone! Tapaa! | 9 |
| And the stellas were shinings. And the earthnight strewed | 10 |
| aromatose. His pibrook creppt mong the donkness. A reek was | 11 |
| waft on the luftstream. He was ours, all fragrance. And we were | 12 |
| his for a lifetime. O dulcid dreamings languidous! Taboccoo! | 13 |
| It was sharming! But sharmeng! | 14 |
| And the lamp went out as it couldn't glow on burning, yep, the | 15 |
| lmp wnt out for it couldn't stay alight. | 16 |
| Well, (how dire do we thee hours when thylike fades!) all's dall | 17 |
| and youllow and it is to bedowern that thou art passing hence, | 18 |
| mine bruder, able Shaun, with a twhisking of the robe, ere the | 19 |
| morning of light calms our hardest throes, beyond cods' cradle | 20 |
| and porpoise plain, from carnal relations undfamiliar faces, to the | 21 |
| inds of Tuskland where the oliphants scrum till the | 22 |
| ousts of Amiracles where the toll stories grow proudest, more is | 23 |
| the pity, but for all your deeds of goodness you were soo ooft and | 24 |
| for ever doing, manomano and myriamilia even to mulimuli, as | 25 |
| our humbler classes, whose virtue is humility, can tell, it is hardly | 26 |
| we in the country of the old, Sean Moy, can part you for, oleypoe, | 27 |
| you were the walking saint, you were, tootoo too stayer, the | 28 |
| graced of gods and pittites and the salus of the wake. Countenance | 29 |
| whose disparition afflictedly fond Fuinn feels. Winner of the | 30 |
| gamings, primed at the studience, propredicted from the story- | 31 |
| bouts, the choice of ages wise! Spickspookspokesman of our | 32 |
| specturesque silentiousness! Musha, beminded of us out there in | 33 |
| Cockpit, poor twelve o'clock scholars, sometime or other any- | 34 |
| when you think the time. Wisha, becoming back to us way home | 35 |
| in Biddyhouse one way or either anywhere we miss your smile. | 36 |