| honoured (some Finn, some Finn avant!), he skall wake from | 1 |
| earthsleep, haught crested elmer, in his valle of briers of Green- | 2 |
| man's Rise O, (lost leaders live! the heroes return!) and o'er dun | 3 |
| and dale the Wulverulverlord (protect us!) his mighty horn skall | 4 |
| roll, orland, roll. | 5 |
| For in those deyes his Deyus shall ask of Allprohome | 6 |
| and call to himm: Allprohome! And he make answer: Add some. | 7 |
| Nor wink nor wunk. Animadiabolum, mene credidisti mortuum? | 8 |
| Silence was in thy faustive halls, O Truiga, when thy green | 9 |
| woods went dry but there will be sounds of manymirth on the | 10 |
| night's ear ringing when our pantriarch of Comestowntonobble | 11 |
| gets the pullover on his boots. | 12 |
| Liverpoor? Sot a bit of it! His braynes coolt parritch, his pelt | 13 |
| nassy, his heart's adrone, his bluidstreams acrawl, his puff but a | 14 |
| piff, his extremeties extremely so: Fengless, Pawmbroke, Chil- | 15 |
| blaimend and Baldowl. Humph is in his doge. Words weigh no | 16 |
| no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. Which we all | 17 |
| like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping. | 18 |
| Drain. Sdops. | 19 |
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