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   <i>&mdash; Three [[quarks]] for [[Muster]] [[Mark!]]</i>
   <i>Sure he [[hasn't got much of a bark]]</i>
   <i>And sure any he has it's all [[beside the mark]].</i>
   <i>But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark</i>
   <i>To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark</i>
   <i>And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmer-</i>
   <i>   stown Park?</i>
   <i>Hohohoho, moulty Mark!	</i>
   <i>You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark</i>
   <i>And you think you're cock of the wark.</i>
   <i>Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark</i>
   <i>That'll tread her and [[wed her and bed her and red her]]</i>
   <i>Without ever winking the tail of a feather	</i>
   <i>And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!</i>
   Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans.
 The winging ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel
 and [[capercallzie]]. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold
 when they smacked the big [[kuss]] of Trustan with Usolde.	
   And there they were too, when it was dark, whilest the wild-
 caps was circling, as slow their ship, the winds aslight, upborne
 the fates, the wardorse moved, by courtesy of Mr Deaubaleau	
 Downbellow Kaempersally, listening in, as hard as they could, in
 [[Dubbeldorp]], the [[donker]], by the tourneyold of the wattarfalls,	
 with their vuoxens and they kemin in so hattajocky (only a