| the pederestians, do not fail to point to yourself a depression | 1 |
| called Holl Hollow. It is often quite guttergloomering in our | 2 |
| duol and gives wankyrious thoughts to the head but the banders | 3 |
| of the pentapolitan poleetsfurcers bassoons into it on windy | 4 |
| woodensdays their wellbooming wolvertones. Ulvos! Ulvos! | 5 |
| Whervolk dorst ttou begin to tremble by our moving pictures | 6 |
| at this moment when I am to place my hand of our true friend- | 7 |
| shapes upon thee knee to mark well what I say? Throu shayest | 8 |
| who? In Amsterdam there lived a . . . But how? You are trem- | 9 |
| blotting, you retchad, like a verry jerry! Niet? Will you a gui- | 10 |
| neeser? Gaij beutel of staub? To feel, you? Yes, how it trembles, | 11 |
| the timid! Vortigern, ah Gortigern! Overlord of Mercia! Or | 12 |
| doth brainskin flinchgreef? Stemming! What boyazhness! Sole | 13 |
| shadow shows. Tis jest jibberweek's joke. It must have stole. O, | 14 |
| keve silence, both! Putshameyu! I have heard her voice some- | 15 |
| where else's before me in these ears still that now are for mine. | 16 |
| Let op. Slew musies. Thunner in the eire. | 17 |
| You were dreamend, dear. The pawdrag? The fawthrig? | 18 |
| Shoe! Hear are no phanthares in the room at all, avikkeen. No | 19 |
| bad bold faathern, dear one. Opop opop capallo, muy malinchily | 20 |
| malchick! Gothgorod father godown followay tomollow the | 21 |
| lucky load to Lublin for make his thoroughbass grossman's big- | 22 |
| ness. Take that two piece big slap slap bold honty bottomsside | 23 |
| pap pap pappa. | 24 |
Li ne dormis? | 25 |
S! Malbone dormas. | 26 |
Kia li krias nikte? | 27 |
Parolas infanetes. S! | 28 |
| Sonly all in your imagination, dim. Poor little brittle magic | 29 |
| nation, dim of mind! Shoe to me now, dear! Shoom of me! While | 30 |
| elvery stream winds seling on for to keep this barrel of bounty | 31 |
| rolling and the nightmail afarfrom morning nears. | 32 |
| When you're coaching through Lucalised, on the sulphur spa | 33 |
| to visit, it's safer to hit than miss it, stop at his inn! The hammers | 34 |
| are telling the cobbles, the pickts are hacking the saxums, it's | 35 |
| snugger to burrow abed than ballet on broadway. Tuck in your | 36 |