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of her owen. Then a toss nare scared that lass, so aimai moe, | of her owen. Then a toss nare scared that lass, so aimai moe, | ||
that's agapo! Tell me, tell me, how [[cam]] she camlin through all | that's agapo! Tell me, tell me, how [[cam]] she camlin through all | ||
| − | her fellows, the [[neckar]] she was, the diveline? Casting her perils | + | her fellows, the [[neckar]] she was, the diveline? [[Casting her perils before our swains|Casting her perils]] |
| − | before our swains from Fonte-in-Monte to Tidingtown and | + | [[Casting her perils before our swains|before our swains]] from Fonte-in-Monte to Tidingtown and |
| − | from Tidingtown tilhavet. Linking one and knocking the next, | + | from Tidingtown [[tilhavet]]. Linking one and knocking the next, |
tapting a flank and tipting a jutty and palling in and pietaring | tapting a flank and tipting a jutty and palling in and pietaring | ||
out and [[clyding]] by on her eastway. Waiwhou was the first thur- | out and [[clyding]] by on her eastway. Waiwhou was the first thur- | ||
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or in single combat. Tinker, tilar, souldrer, salor, Pieman Peace | or in single combat. Tinker, tilar, souldrer, salor, Pieman Peace | ||
or Polistaman. That's the thing I'm [[elwys]] on edge to [[esk]]. Push | or Polistaman. That's the thing I'm [[elwys]] on edge to [[esk]]. Push | ||
| − | up and push vardar and come to uphill headquarters! Was it | + | up and push [[vardar]] and come to uphill headquarters! Was it |
waterlows year, after Grattan or Flood, or when maids were in | waterlows year, after Grattan or Flood, or when maids were in | ||
| − | Arc or when three stood hosting? Fidaris will find where the | + | [[Arc]] or when three stood hosting? Fidaris will find where the |
| − | Doubt arises like Nieman from Nirgends found the Nihil. Worry | + | Doubt arises like [[Nieman]] from [[Nirgends]] found the [[Nihil]]. Worry |
you sighin foh, Albern, O Anser? Untie the gemman's fistiknots, | you sighin foh, Albern, O Anser? Untie the gemman's fistiknots, | ||
Qvic and Nuancee! She can't put her hand on him for the mo- | Qvic and Nuancee! She can't put her hand on him for the mo- | ||
| − | ment. Tez thelon langlo, walking weary! Such a loon waybash- | + | ment. Tez [[thelon]] [[langlo]], walking weary! Such a [[loon]] [[washbaywards|waybash-]] |
| − | wards to row! She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals | + | [[washbaywards|wards]] to row! She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals |
her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what | her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what | ||
| − | he did or how blyth she played or how, when, why, where and | + | he did or how [[blyth]] she played or how, when, why, where and |
who offon he jumpnad her and how it was gave her away. She | who offon he jumpnad her and how it was gave her away. She | ||
was just a young thin pale soft shy slim slip of a thing then, | was just a young thin pale soft shy slim slip of a thing then, | ||
sauntering, by silvamoonlake and he was a heavy trudging | sauntering, by silvamoonlake and he was a heavy trudging | ||
| − | lurching lieabroad of a Curraghman, making his hay for whose | + | lurching lieabroad of a Curraghman, [[making his hay for whose sun to shine on|making his hay for whose]] |
| − | sun to shine on, as tough as the oaktrees (peats be with them!) | + | [[making his hay for whose sun to shine on|sun to shine on]], as tough as the oaktrees ([[peats be with them!]]) |
used to rustle that time down by the dykes of killing Kildare, | used to rustle that time down by the dykes of killing Kildare, | ||
| − | for forstfellfoss with a plash across her. She thought she's sankh | + | for [[forstfellfoss]] with a plash across her. She thought she's [[sankh]] |
| − | neathe the ground with nymphant shame when he gave her the | + | [[neathe]] the ground with nymphant shame when he gave her the |
| − | tigris eye ! O happy fault ! Me wish it was he ! You're wrong there, | + | [[tigris eye]]! [[O happy fault!]] Me wish it was he! You're wrong there, |
| − | corribly wrong! Tisn't only tonight you're anacheronistic! It | + | corribly wrong! Tisn't only tonight you're [[anacheronistic!]] It |
| − | was ages behind that when nullahs were nowhere, in county | + | was ages behind that when [[nullahs were nowhere]], in county |
Latest revision as of 12:38, 3 August 2009
more and merrier, twills and trills, sparefours and spoilfives, nord- sihkes and sudsevers and ayes and neins to a litter. Grandfarthring nap and Messamisery and the knave of all knaves and the joker. Heehaw! She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she must, more than most. Shoal she was, gidgad. She had a flewmen of her owen. Then a toss nare scared that lass, so aimai moe, that's agapo! Tell me, tell me, how cam she camlin through all her fellows, the neckar she was, the diveline? Casting her perils before our swains from Fonte-in-Monte to Tidingtown and from Tidingtown tilhavet. Linking one and knocking the next, tapting a flank and tipting a jutty and palling in and pietaring out and clyding by on her eastway. Waiwhou was the first thur- ever burst? Someone he was, whuebra they were, in a tactic attack or in single combat. Tinker, tilar, souldrer, salor, Pieman Peace or Polistaman. That's the thing I'm elwys on edge to esk. Push up and push vardar and come to uphill headquarters! Was it waterlows year, after Grattan or Flood, or when maids were in Arc or when three stood hosting? Fidaris will find where the Doubt arises like Nieman from Nirgends found the Nihil. Worry you sighin foh, Albern, O Anser? Untie the gemman's fistiknots, Qvic and Nuancee! She can't put her hand on him for the mo- ment. Tez thelon langlo, walking weary! Such a loon waybash- wards to row! She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she played or how, when, why, where and who offon he jumpnad her and how it was gave her away. She was just a young thin pale soft shy slim slip of a thing then, sauntering, by silvamoonlake and he was a heavy trudging lurching lieabroad of a Curraghman, making his hay for whose sun to shine on, as tough as the oaktrees (peats be with them!) used to rustle that time down by the dykes of killing Kildare, for forstfellfoss with a plash across her. She thought she's sankh neathe the ground with nymphant shame when he gave her the tigris eye! O happy fault! Me wish it was he! You're wrong there, corribly wrong! Tisn't only tonight you're anacheronistic! It was ages behind that when nullahs were nowhere, in county
