| multipede like the sands on Amberhann! Sevenheavens, O heaven! | 1 |
| Iy waount yiou! yore ways to melittleme were wonderful so | 2 |
| Ickam purseproud in sending uym loveliest pansiful thoughts | 3 |
| touching me dash in-you through wee dots Hyphen, the so | 4 |
| pretty arched godkin of beddingnights. If I've proved to your | 5 |
| sallysfashion how I'm a man of Armor let me so, let me sue, let | 6 |
| me see your isabellis. How I shall, should I survive, as, please the | 7 |
| uniter of U.M.I. hearts, I am living in hopes to do, replacing | 8 |
| mig wandering handsup in yawers so yeager for mitch, positively | 9 |
| cover the two pure chicks of your comely plumpchake with | 10 |
| zuccherikissings, hong, kong, and so gong, that I'd scare the bats | 11 |
| out of the ivfry one of those puggy mornings, honestly, by my | 12 |
| rantandog and daddyoak I will, become come coming when, | 13 |
| upon the mingling of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like | 14 |
| massive mountains to part no more, you will there and then, in | 15 |
| those happy moments of ouryour soft accord, rainkiss on me | 16 |
| back, for full marks with shouldered arms, and in that united | 17 |
| I.R.U. stade, when I come (touf! touf!) wildflier's fox into my | 18 |
| own greengeese again, swap sweetened smugs, six of one for half | 19 |
| a dozen of the other, till they'll bet we're the cuckoo derby | 20 |
| when cherries next come back to Ealing as come they must, as | 21 |
| they musted in their past, as they must for my pressing season, | 22 |
| as hereinafter must they chirrywill immediately suant on my | 23 |
| safe return to ignorance and bliss in my horseless Coppal Poor, | 24 |
| through suirland and noreland,kings country and queens, with | 25 |
| my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the way ye'll hardly. Knowme. | 26 |
| Slim ye, come slum with me and rally rats' roundup! 'Tis | 27 |
| post purification we will, sales of work and social service, | 28 |
| missus, completing our Abelite union by the adoptation of | 29 |
| fosterlings. Embark for Euphonia! Up Murphy, Henson and | 30 |
| O'Dwyer, the Warchester Warders! I'll put in a shirt time | 31 |
| if you'll get through your shift and between us in our shared | 32 |
| slaves, brace to brassiere and shouter to shunter, we'll pull off our | 33 |
| working programme. Come into the garden guild and be free | 34 |
| of the gape athome! We'll circumcivicise all Dublin country. | 35 |
| Let us, the real Us, all ignite in our prepurgatory grade as apos- | 36 |