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	read we in must book. It tells. He prophets
	most who bilks the best.
	And that salubrated sickenagiaour of yaours	COME SI
	have teaspilled all my hazeydency. Forge away,	COMPITA
	Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp. Bleating Goad, it is	CUNCTITI-
	the least of things, Eyeinstye! Imagine it, my	TITILATIO?
	deep dartry dullard! It is hours giving, not	CONKERY
	more. I'm only out for celebridging over the	CUNK,
	guilt of the gap in your hiscitendency. You are	THIGH-
	a hundred thousand times welcome, old wort-	THIGHT-
	sampler, hellbeit you're just about as culpable	TICKELLY-
The Twofold	as my woolfell merger would be. In effect I	THIGH, LIG-
Truth and the	could engage in an energument over you till	GERILAG,
Conjunctive Ap-	you were republicly royally toobally prussic	TITTERITOT,
petites of Oppo-	blue in the shirt after. 1 Trionfante di bestia! And	LEG IN A TEE,
sitional Orexes.	if you're not your bloater's kipper may I never	LUG IN A
	curse again on that pint I took of Jamesons.	LAW, TWO
	Old Keane now, you're rod, hook and sinker,	AT A TIE,
	old jubalee Keane! Biddy's hair. Biddy's hair,	THREE ON A
	Biddy's hair, mine lubber. Where is that Quin but he sknows	THRICKY
	it knot but what you that are my popular end-	TILL OHIO
	phthisis were born with a solver arm up your	OHIO
Trishagion.	sleep. Thou in shanty ! Thou in scanty shanty ! !	IOIOMISS.
	Thou in slanty scanty shanty! ! ! Bide in your
	hush! Bide in your hush, do! The law does
	not aloud you to shout. I plant my penstock
	in your postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be
	to all remembrance. Vale. Ovocation of maid-
	ing waters. 2 For auld lang salvy steyne. I
	defend you to champ my scullion's praises.
	To book alone belongs the lobe. Foremaster's
	meed 3 will mark tomorrow, when we are
	making pilscrummage to whaboggeryin with
1 From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice.
2 Not Kilty. But the manajar was. He! He! Ho! Ho! Ho!
3 Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory M Gusty.