| going ladies from Hume Street in their chairs, the bearers baited, | 1 |
| some wandering hamalags out of the adjacent cloverfields of | 2 |
| Mosse's Gardens, an oblate father from Skinner's Alley, brick- | 3 |
| layers, a fleming, in tabinet fumant, with spouse and dog, an aged | 4 |
| hammersmith who had some chisellers by the hand, a bout of | 5 |
| cudgel players, not a few sheep with the braxy, two bluecoat | 6 |
| scholars, four broke gents out of Simpson's on the Rocks, a | 7 |
| portly and a pert still tassing Turkey Coffee and orange shrub in | 8 |
| tickeyes door, Peter Pim and Paul Fry and then Elliot and, O, | 9 |
| Atkinson, suffering hell's delights from the blains of their annui- | 10 |
| tants' acorns not forgetting a deuce of dianas ridy for the hunt, a | 11 |
| particularist prebendary pondering on the roman easter, the ton- | 12 |
| sure question and greek uniates, plunk em, a lace lappet head or | 13 |
| two or three or four from a window, and so on down to a few good | 14 |
| old souls, who,as they were juiced after taking their pledge over at | 15 |
| the uncle's place, were evidently under the spell of liquor, from the | 16 |
| wake of Tarry the Tailor a fair girl, a jolly postoboy thinking off | 17 |
| three flagons and one, a plumodrole, a half sir from the weaver's | 18 |
| almshouse who clings and clings and chatchatchat clings to her, a | 19 |
| wholedam's cloudhued pittycoat, as child, as curiolater, as Caoch | 20 |
| O'Leary. The wararrow went round, so it did, (a nation wants | 21 |
| a gaze) and the ballad, in the felibrine trancoped metre affectioned | 22 |
| by Taiocebo in his Casudas de Poulichinello Artahut, stump- | 23 |
| stampaded on to a slip of blancovide and headed by an excessively | 24 |
| rough and red woodcut, privately printed at the rimepress of | 25 |
| Delville, soon fluttered its secret on white highway and brown | 26 |
| byway to the rose of the winds and the blew of the gaels, from | 27 |
| archway to lattice and from black hand to pink ear, village crying | 28 |
| to village, through the five pussyfours green of the united states | 29 |
of Scotia Picta and he who denays it, may his hairs be rubbed | 30 |
| in dirt! To the added strains (so peacifold) of his majesty the | 31 |
| flute, that onecrooned king of inscrewments, Piggott's purest, ciello | 32 |
| alsoliuto, which Mr Delaney (Mr Delacey?), horn, anticipating | 33 |
| a perfect downpour of plaudits among the rapsods, piped | 34 |
| out of his decentsoort hat, looking still more like his purseyful | 35 |
| namesake as men of Gaul noted, but before of to sputabout, the | 36 |