| on the greene, agirlies, the gretnass of joyboys, from Pat Mullen, | 1 |
| Tom Mallon, Dan Meldon, Don Maldon a slickstick picnic made | 2 |
| in Moate by Muldoons. The solid man saved by his sillied woman. | 3 |
| Crackajolking away like a hearse on fire. The elm that whimpers | 4 |
| at the top told the stone that moans when stricken. Wind broke | 5 |
| it. Wave bore it. Reed wrote of it. Syce ran with it. Hand tore | 6 |
| it and wild went war. Hen trieved it and plight pledged peace. | 7 |
| It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot, | 8 |
| undone by a child. It was life but was it fair? It was free but was | 9 |
| it art? The old hunks on the hill read it to perlection. It made | 10 |
| ma make merry and sissy so shy and rubbed some shine off Shem | 11 |
| and put some shame into Shaun. Yet Una and Ita spill famine | 12 |
| with drought and Agrippa, the propastored, spells tripulations | 13 |
| in his threne. Ah, furchte fruchte, timid Danaides! Ena milo melo- | 14 |
| mon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, | 15 |
| ana mala woe is we! A pair of sycopanties with amygdaleine | 16 |
| eyes, one old obster lumpky pumpkin and three meddlars on | 17 |
| their slies. And that was how framm Sin fromm Son, acity arose, | 18 |
| finfin funfun, a sitting arrows. Now tell me, tell me, tell me then! | 19 |
| What was it? | 20 |
| A .......... ! | 21 |
| ? ..........0! | 22 |
| So there you are now there they were, when all was over | 23 |
| again, the four with them, setting around upin their judges' | 24 |
| chambers, in the muniment room, of their marshalsea, under the | 25 |
| suspices of Lally, around their old traditional tables of the law | 26 |
| like Somany Solans to talk it over rallthesameagain. Well and | 27 |
| druly dry. Suffering law the dring. Accourting to king's evelyns. | 28 |
| So help her goat and kiss the bouc. Festives and highajinks and | 29 |
| jintyaun and her beetyrossy bettydoaty and not to forget now | 30 |
| a'duna o'darnel. The four of them and thank court now there | 31 |
| were no more of them. So pass the push for port sake. Be it soon. | 32 |
| Ah ho! And do you remember, Singabob, the badfather, the | 33 |
| same, the great Howdoyoucallem, and his old nickname, Dirty | 34 |
| Daddy Pantaloons, in his monopoleums, behind the war of the | 35 |
| two roses, with Michael Victory, the sheemen's preester, before | 36 |