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[[TOC]] [[Page 495]] [[Page 497]] &mdash; [[Alas for livings' pledjures!]] &mdash; Lordy Daw and Lady Don! Uncle Foozle and Aunty Jack! Sure, that old humbugger was boycotted and girlcutted in debt and doom, on hill and haven, even by the show-the-flag flotilla, as I'm given now to understand, illscribed in all the gratuitouses and conspued in the takeyourhandaways. Bumbty, tumbty, Sot on a Wall, Mute art for the Million. There wasn't an Archimandrite of Dane's Island and the townlands nor a minx from the Isle of Woman nor a one of the four cantins nor any on the whole wheel of [[his ecunemical conciliabulum]] nor nogent ingen meid on allad the hold scurface of the jorth would come next or nigh him, [[Mr Eelwhipper]], [[seed and nursery man]], or his allgas bumgalowre, <I>Auxilium Meum Solo A Domino</I> (Amsad), for rime or ration, from piles or faces, after that. &mdash; All ears did wag, old Eire wake as Piers Aurell was flapper- [[gangsted]]. &mdash; Recount! &mdash; I have it here to my fingall's ends. This liggy piggy wanted to go to the jampot. And this leggy peggy spelt pea. And theese lucky puckers played at pooping tooletom. [[Ma's da]]. [[Da's ma]]. [[Madas. Sadam]]. &mdash; <I>Pater patruum cum filiabus familiarum</I>. Or, but, now, and, ariring out of her mirgery margery watersheads and, to change that subjunct from the traumaturgid for once in a while and dart- ing back to stuff,if so be you may identify yourself with the him in you, that fluctuous neck merchamtur, bloodfadder and milk- mudder, since then our too many of her, Abha na Lif&eacute;, and getting on to dadaddy again, as them we're ne'er free of, was he in tea e'er he went on the bier or didn't he ontime do something seemly heavy in sugar? He sent out Christy Columb and he came back with a jailbird's unbespokables in his beak and then he sent out Le Caron Crow and the peacies are still looking for him. The seeker from the swayed, the beesabouties from the parent swarm. Speak to the right! Rotacist ca canny! He caun ne'er be bothered but maun e'er be waked. If there is a future in every past that is present<I> Quis est qui non novit quinnigan</I> and<I> Qui quae quot at</I>

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