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[[TOC]] [[Page 90]] [[Page 92]] king of all, [[Pegger]] [[Festy]], as soon as the outer layer of [[stucckomuck|stuccko-]] [[stucckomuck|muck]] had been removed at the request of a few live jurors, declared in a [[loudburst]] of poesy, through his [[Brythonic]] inter- preter on his oath, [[mhuith peisth mhuise as fearra bheura muirre hriosmas|mhuith peisth mhuise as fearra bheura muirre]] [[mhuith peisth mhuise as fearra bheura muirre hriosmas|hriosmas]], whereas take notice be [[the relics of the bones of the story bouchal|the relics of the bones of the]] [[the relics of the bones of the story bouchal|story bouchal]] that was ate be [[Cliopatrick (the sow)]] princess of [[parked porkers]], afore God and all their honours and king's commons that, what he would swear to the [[Tierney of Dundalgan|Tierney of Dundal-]] [[Tierney of Dundalgan|gan]] or any other Tierney, yif live [[thurkells]] [[folloged]] him about sure that was no steal and that, nevertheless, what was deposited from that eyebold earbig noseknaving [[gutthroat]], he did not fire a stone either before or after he was born down and up to that time. And, incidentalising that they might talk about [[Markarthy]] or they might walk to [[Baalastartey]] or they might join the [[nabour]] party and come on to [[Porterfeud]] this the [[sockdologer]] had the [[neck]] to endorse with the head bowed on him over his outturned [[noreaster]] by protesting to his lipreaders with a justbeencleaned [[barefacedness]], [[abeam of moonlight's hope]], in the same [[trelawney]] what he would impart, [[pleas bench]]. to the [[Llwyd Josus]] and the gentlemen [[in Jury's]] and the [[four of Masterers]] who had been all those [[yarns]] yearning for [[that good one]] about why he left Dublin, that, [[amreeta beaker coddling doom]] as an [[Inishman]] was as good as any [[cantonnatal]], if he was to [[parish by the market steak]] before the [[dorming of the mawn]], he [[skuld]] never ask to see sight or light of this world or the other world or any either world, of [[Tyre-nan-Og|Tyre-]] [[Tyre-nan-Og|nan-Og]], as true as he was there in that [[jackabox]] that minute, or [[wield or wind]] (no thanks t'yous!) the [[inexousthausthible wassail horn|inexousthausthible wassail]]- [[inexousthausthible wassail horn|horn]] [[tot]] of [[iskybaush]] the hailth up the wailth of the endknown [[abgod|ab]]- [[abgod|god]] of the fire of the moving way of the hawks with his [[heroes in Warhorror|heroes in]] [[heroes in Warhorror|Warhorror]] if ever in all his [[exchequered caree]] he up or [[lave]] a [[chancery hand]] to take or throw the sign of a mortal stick or stone at man, [[yoelamb]] or [[salvation army]] either before or after being [[puptised]] down to that most holy and every blessed hour. Here, upon the [[halfkneed]] [[castleknocker's]] attempting [[kithoguishly]] to [[lilt]] [[his holymess]] [[the paws]] and make the sign of the Roman [[Godhelic|God]]- [[Godhelic|helic]] [[faix]], ([[Xaroshie]], [[zdrst]]!<STRIKE> </STRIKE> in his excitement the [[laddo]] had

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