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[[TOC]] [[Page 214]] [[Page 216]] them. Is that the [[Poolbeg flasher]] [[beyant]], [[pharphar]], or a fireboat coasting [[nyar]] the [[Kishtna]] or a glow I behold within a hedge or my Garry come back from the [[Indes?]] Wait till the [[honeying of the lune|honeying of]] [[honeying of the lune|the lune]], love! [[Die eve, little eve, die!]] We see that wonder in your [[eye]]. We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find. My chart shines high where the [[blue milk's|blue]] [[blue milk's|milk's]] upset. Forgivemequick, I'm going! [[Bubye!]] And you, pluck your watch, [[forgetmenot]]. Your [[evenlode]]. So [[save]] to [[jurna's end!]] My sights are swimming thicker on me by the sha- dows to this place. I [[sow]] home slowly now by own way, [[moyvalley|moy-]] [[moyvalley|valley]] way. [[Towy]] I too, [[rathmine]]. Ah, but she was the queer [[old]] [[skeowsha]] anyhow, Anna Livia, trinkettoes! And sure he was the [[quare]] old [[buntz]] too, [[Dear Dirty Dumpling|Dear Dirty]] [[Dear Dirty Dumpling|Dumpling]], [[foostherfather]] of [[fingalls]] and [[dotthergills]]. [[Gammer and gaffer|Gammer]] [[Gammer and gaffer|and gaffer]] we're all their gangsters. [[Hadn't he seven dams to wive him?|Hadn't he seven dams to wive]] [[Hadn't he seven dams to wive him?|him?]] And every dam had her seven crutches. And every crutch had its [[seven hues]]. [[And each hue had a differing cry.]] [[Sudds]] for me and supper for you and the doctor's bill for Joe John. Befor! [[Bifur!]] He married his markets, [[cheap by foul]], I know, like any [[Etrurian Catholic Heathen]], in their [[pinky limony creamy birnies and their turkiss indienne mauves|pinky limony creamy birnies]] [[pinky limony creamy birnies and their turkiss indienne mauves|and their turkiss indienne mauves]]. But at [[milkidmass]] who was the spouse? Then all that was was fair. [[Tys Elvenland !]] Teems of times and [[happy returns]]. [[The seim anew]]. [[Ordovico or viricordo]]. [[Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be]]. [[Northmen's thing]] made southfolk's place but [[howmulty plurators]] made eachone in per- son? Latin me that, my [[trinity scholard]], out of [[eure]] [[sanscreed]] into [[oure]] [[eryan]]! <I>[[Hircus Civis Eblanensis]]</I>! He had [[buckgoat]] [[paps]] on him, soft ones for orphans. Ho, Lord ! [[Twins of his bosom]]. Lord save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His tittering daugh- ters of. Whawk? [[Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk|Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flitter-]] [[Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk|ing bats, fieldmice bawk talk]]. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone? Can't hear with [[bawk of bats]], all thim liffey- ing waters of. [[Ho]], talk save us ! [[My foos won't moos]]. I feel as old as [[yonder elm]]. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughter- sons. [[Dark hawks hear us]]. Night! Night! [[My ho head halls]]. I feel

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