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[[Taharan dynasty|nasty]], [[King Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough of the leathered leggions|King Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough of the leathered]] | [[Taharan dynasty|nasty]], [[King Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough of the leathered leggions|King Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough of the leathered]] | ||
[[King Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough of the leathered leggions|leggions]], now of parts unknown, (God guard his generous | [[King Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough of the leathered leggions|leggions]], now of parts unknown, (God guard his generous | ||
− | comicsongbook soul!) that put a poached fowl in the poor man's | + | comicsongbook soul!) that [[put a poached fowl in the poor man's pot|put a poached fowl in the poor man's]] |
− | pot before he took to his pallyass with the weeping eczema for | + | [[put a poached fowl in the poor man's pot|pot]] before he took to his [[pallyass]] with the weeping eczema for |
better and worse until he went under the grass quilt on us, never- | better and worse until he went under the grass quilt on us, never- | ||
− | theless, the year the sugar was scarce, and we to lather and shave | + | theless, the year the sugar was scarce, and we to [[lather and shave]] |
− | and frizzle him, like a bald surging buoy and himself down | + | and [[frizzle him]], like a [[bald surging buoy]] and himself down |
− | to three cows that was meat and drink and dogs and washing | + | to [[three cows]] that was [[meat and drink and dogs and washing to him|meat and drink and dogs and washing]] |
− | to him, 'tis good cause we have to remember it, going through | + | [[meat and drink and dogs and washing to him|to him]], 'tis good cause we have to remember it, going through |
− | summersultryngs of snow and sleet witht the widow Nolan's | + | [[summersultryngs]] of [[snow and sleet]] witht the [[widow Nolan's goats|widow Nolan's]] |
− | goats and the Brownes girls neats anyhow, wait till I tell you, | + | [[widow Nolan's goats|goats]] and the [[Brownes girls neats]] anyhow, wait till I tell you, |
− | what did he do, poor old Roderick O'Conor Rex, the aus- | + | what did he do, poor old Roderick O'Conor [[Rex]], the aus- |
picious waterproof monarch of all Ireland, when he found him- | picious waterproof monarch of all Ireland, when he found him- | ||
self all alone by himself in his grand old handwedown pile after | self all alone by himself in his grand old handwedown pile after | ||
− | all of them had all gone off with themselves to their castles of | + | all of them had all gone off with themselves to their [[castles of mud|castles of]] |
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eers, at the end of this age that had it from Variants' Katey Sherratt that had it from Variants' Katey Sherratt's man for the bonnefacies of Blashwhite and Blushred of the Aquasancta Liffey Patrol to wind up and to tells of all befells after that to Mocked Majesty in the Malincurred Mansion. So you were saying, boys? Anyhow he what? So anyhow, melumps and mumpos of the hoose uncommons, after that to wind up that longtobechronickled gettogether thanksbetogiving day at Glenfinnisk-en-la-Valle, the anniver- sary of his finst homy commulion, after that same barbecue bean- feast was all over poor old hospitable corn and eggfactor, King Roderick O'Conor, the paramount chief polemarch and last pre- electric king of Ireland, who was anything you say yourself be- tween fiftyodd and fiftyeven years of age at the time after the socalled last supper he greatly gave in his umbrageous house of the hundred bottles with the radio beamer tower and its hangars, chimbneys and equilines or, at least, he was'nt actually the then last king of all Ireland for the time being for the jolly good reason that he was still such as he was the eminent king of all Ireland himself after the last preeminent king of all Ireland, the whilom joky old top that went before him in the Taharan dy- nasty, King Arth Mockmorrow Koughenough of the leathered leggions, now of parts unknown, (God guard his generous comicsongbook soul!) that put a poached fowl in the poor man's pot before he took to his pallyass with the weeping eczema for better and worse until he went under the grass quilt on us, never- theless, the year the sugar was scarce, and we to lather and shave and frizzle him, like a bald surging buoy and himself down to three cows that was meat and drink and dogs and washing to him, 'tis good cause we have to remember it, going through summersultryngs of snow and sleet witht the widow Nolan's goats and the Brownes girls neats anyhow, wait till I tell you, what did he do, poor old Roderick O'Conor Rex, the aus- picious waterproof monarch of all Ireland, when he found him- self all alone by himself in his grand old handwedown pile after all of them had all gone off with themselves to their castles of