| one day while dodging chores that she stripped teasily for binocu- | 1 |
| lar man and that her jambs were jimpjoyed to see each other, the | 2 |
| nautchy girly soon found her fruitful hat too small for her and | 3 |
| rapidly taking time,look,she rapidly took to necking, partying | 4 |
| and selling her spare favours in the haymow or in lumber closets | 5 |
| or in the greenawn ad huck (there are certain intimacies in all | 6 |
| ladies' lavastories we just lease to imagination) or in the sweet | 7 |
| churchyard close itself for a bit of soft coal or an array of thin | 8 |
| trunks, serving whom in fine that same hot coney a la Zingara | 9 |
| which our own little Graunya of the chilired cheeks dished up | 10 |
| to the greatsire of Oscar, that son of a Coole. Houri of the coast | 11 |
| of emerald, arrah of the lacessive poghue, Aslim-all-Muslim, the | 12 |
| resigned to her surrender, did not she, come leinster's even, true | 13 |
| dotter of a dearmud, (her pitch was Forty Steps and his perch old | 14 |
| Cromwell's Quarters) with so valkirry a licence as sent many a | 15 |
| poor pucker packing to perdition, again and again, ay, and again | 16 |
| sfidare him, tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido, toos top- | 17 |
| ples topple, stop, dug of a dog of a dgiaour, ye! Angealousmei! | 18 |
| And did not he, like Arcoforty, farfar off Bissavolo, missbrand | 19 |
| her behaveyous with iridescent huecry of down right mean false | 20 |
| sop lap sick dope? Tawfulsdreck! A reine of the shee, a shebeen | 21 |
| quean, a queen of pranks. A kingly man, of royal mien, regally | 22 |
| robed, exalted be his glory! So gave so take: Now not, not now! | 23 |
| He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want. | 24 |
| Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead era, | 25 |
| hark! He hea, eyes ravenous on her lippling lills. He hear her voi | 26 |
| of day gon by. He hears! Zay, zay, zay! But, by the beer of his | 27 |
| profit, he cannot answer. Upterputty till rise and shine! Nor needs | 28 |
| none shaft ne stele from Phenicia or Little Asia to obelise on | 29 |
| the spout, neither pobalclock neither folksstone, nor sunkenness | 30 |
| in Tomar's Wood to bewray how erpressgangs score off the rued. | 31 |
| The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue | 32 |
| and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so long | 33 |
| till allearth's dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf. Tatcho, | 34 |
| tawney yeeklings! The column of lumps lends the pattrin of the | 35 |
| leaves behind us. If violence to life, limb and chattels, often as | 36 |