| eucherised to yous. Also sacré père and maître d'autel. Well, | 1 |
| ladies upon gentlermen and toastmaster general, let us, brindising | 2 |
| brandisong, woo and win womenlong with health to rich vine- | 3 |
| yards, Erin go Dry! Amingst the living waters of, the living in | 4 |
| giving waters of. Tight! Loose! A stiff one for Staffetta mullified | 5 |
| with creams of hourmony, the coupe that's chill for jackless jill and | 6 |
| a filiform dhouche on Doris! Esterelles, be not on your weeping | 7 |
| what though Shaunathaun is in his fail! To stir up love's young | 8 |
| fizz I tilt with this bridle's cup champagne, dimming douce from | 9 |
| her peepair of hideseeks, tightsqueezed on my snowybrusted and | 10 |
| while my pearlies in their sparkling wisdom are nippling her | 11 |
| bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the bumper round of | 12 |
| my poor old snaggletooth's solidbowel I ne'er will prove I'm | 13 |
| untrue to your liking (theare!) so long as my hole looks. Down. | 14 |
| So gullaby, me poor Isley! But I'm not for forgetting me | 15 |
| innerman monophone for I'm leaving my darling proxy behind | 16 |
| for your consolering, lost Dave the Dancekerl, a squamous run- | 17 |
| away and a dear old man pal of mine too. He will arrive inces- | 18 |
| santly in the fraction of a crust, who, could he quit doubling and | 19 |
| stop tippling, he would be the unicorn of his kind. He's the | 20 |
| mightiest penumbrella I ever flourished on behond the shadow | 21 |
| of a post! Be sure and link him, me O treasauro, as often as you | 22 |
| learn provided there's nothing between you but a plain deal | 23 |
| table only don't encourage him to cry lessontimes over Lepers- | 24 |
| town. But soft! Can't be? Do mailstanes mumble? Lumtum | 25 |
| lumtum! Now! The froubadour! I fremble! Talk of wolf in a | 26 |
| stomach by all that's verminous! Eccolo me! The return of | 27 |
| th'athlate! Who can secede to his success! Isn't Jaunstown, | 28 |
| Ousterrike, the small place after all? I knew I smelt the garlic | 29 |
| leek! Why, bless me swits, here he its, darling Dave, like | 30 |
| the catoninelives just in time as if he fell out of space, all | 31 |
| draped in mufti, coming home to mourn mountains from his | 32 |
| old continence and not on one foot either or on two feet | 33 |
| aether but on quinquisecular cycles after his French evolution | 34 |
| and a blindfold passage by the 4.32 with the pork's pate in his | 35 |
| suicide paw and the gulls laughing lime on his natural skunk, | 36 |