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of Yinko Jinko Randy, come Bastabasco and hippychip eggs, she
will make a suomease pair and singlette, jodhpur smalls and tailor-
less, a copener's cribful, leaf, bud and berry, the divlin's own little
mimmykin puss, (hip, hip, horatia!) for my old comrhade salty-
mar here, Briganteen      General Sir A. I. Magnus, the flapper-
nooser, master of the good lifebark Ulivengrene of Onslought, 
and the homespund of her hearth, (Fuss his farther was the norse
norse east and Muss his mother was a gluepot) and, gravydock or
groovy anker, and a hulldread pursunk manowhood, who (with
a chenchen for his delight time and a bonzeye nappin through his
doze) he is the bettest bluffy blondblubber of an olewidgeon what
overspat a skettle in a skib.
     Cawcaught. Coocaged. 
     And Dub did glow that night. In Fingal of victories. Cann- 
matha and Cathlin sang together. And the three shouters of
glory. Yelling halfviewed their harps. Surly Tuhal smiled upon
drear Darthoola: and Roscranna's bolgaboyo begirlified the
daughter of Cormac. The soul of everyelsesbody rolled into its
olesoleself. A doublemonth's licence, lease on mirth, while hooney-
moon and her flame went huneysuckling. Holyryssia, what boom
of bells! What battle of bragues on Sandgate where met the bobby
mobbed his bibby mabbing through the ryce. Even Tombs left
doss and dunnage down in Demidoff's tomb and drew on the
dournailed clogs that Morty Manning left him and legged in by
Ghoststown Gate, like Pompei up to date,with a sprig of White-
boys heather on his late Luke Elcock's heirloom. And some say
they seen old dummydeaf with a leaf of bronze on his cloak
so grey,trooping his colour a pace to the reire. And as owfally
posh with his halfcrown jool as if he was the Granjook Meckl or
Paster de Grace on the Route de l'Epèe. It was joobileejeu that
All Sorts' Jour. Freestouters and publicranks, hafts on glaives.
You could hear them swearing threaties on the Cymylaya
Mountains, man. And giving it out to the Ould Fathach and louth-
mouthing after the Healy Mealy with an enfysis to bring down
the rain of Tarar. Nevertoletta! Evertomind! The grandest
bethehailey seen or heard on earth's conspectrum since Scape