| bridges are blown to babbyrags, by the lee of his hulk upright | 1 |
| on her orbits, and the heave of his juniper arx in action, he's | 2 |
| naval I see. Poor little tartanelle, her dinties are chattering, the | 3 |
| strait's she's in, the bulloge she bears! Her smirk is smeeching | 4 |
| behind for her hills. By the queer quick twist of her mobcap and | 5 |
| the lift of her shift at random and the rate of her gate of going | 6 |
| the pace, two thinks at a time, her country I'm proud of. The | 7 |
| field is down, the race is their own. The galleonman jovial on his | 8 |
| bucky brown nightmare. Bigrob dignagging his lylyputtana. | 9 |
| One to one bore one ! The datter, io, io, sleeps in peace, in peace. | 10 |
| And the twillingsons, ganymede, garrymore, turn in trot and | 11 |
| trot. But old pairamere goes it a gallop, a gallop. Bossford and | 12 |
| phospherine. One to one on! | 13 |
| O, O, her fairy setalite! Casting such shadows to Persia's | 14 |
| blind! The man in the street can see the coming event. Photo- | 15 |
| flashing it far too wide. It will be known through all Urania soon. | 16 |
| Like jealousjoy titaning fear; like rumour rhean round the planets; | 17 |
| like china's dragon snapping japets; like rhodagrey up the east. | 18 |
| Satyrdaysboost besets Phoebe's nearest. Here's the flood and the | 19 |
| flaxen flood that's to come over helpless Irryland. Is there no-one | 20 |
| to malahide Liv and her bettyship? Or who'll buy her rosebuds, | 21 |
| jettyblack rosebuds, ninsloes of nivia, nonpaps of nan? From the | 22 |
| fall of the fig to doom's last post every ephemeral anniversary while | 23 |
| the park's police peels peering by for to weight down morrals from | 24 |
| county bubblin. That trainer's trundling! Quick, pay up! | 25 |
| Kickakick. She had to kick a laugh. At her old stick-in-the- | 26 |
| block. The way he was slogging his paunch about, elbiduubled, | 27 |
| meet oft mate on, like hale King Willow, the robberer. Cain- | 28 |
| maker's mace and waxened capapee. But the tarrant's brand on | 29 |
| his hottoweyt brow. At half past quick in the morning. And her | 30 |
| lamp was all askew and a trumbly wick-in-her, ringeysingey. | 31 |
| She had to spofforth, she had to kicker, too thick of the wick | 32 |
| of her pixy's loomph, wide lickering jessup the smooky shiminey. | 33 |
| And her duffed coverpoint of a wickedy batter, whenever she | 34 |
| druv behind her stumps for a tyddlesly wink through his tunnil- | 35 |
| clefft bagslops after the rising bounder's yorkers, as he studd and | 36 |