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<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>curse again on that pint I took of Jamesons.</TD> <TD>LAW, TWO</TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>curse again on that pint I took of Jamesons.</TD> <TD>LAW, TWO</TD> </TR> | ||
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>Old Keane now, you're rod, hook and sinker,</TD> <TD>AT A TIE,</TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>Old Keane now, you're rod, hook and sinker,</TD> <TD>AT A TIE,</TD> </TR> | ||
| − | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>old jubalee Keane! Biddy's hair. Biddy's hair,</TD> <TD>THREE ON A</TD> </TR> | + | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>old jubalee Keane! Biddy's hair. [[Biddy's hair, mine lubber|Biddy's hair]],</TD> <TD>THREE ON A</TD> </TR> |
| − | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>mine lubber. Where is that Quin but he sknows</TD> <TD>THRICKY</TD> </TR> | + | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>[[Biddy's hair, mine lubber|Biddy's hair, mine lubber]]. Where is that [[Quin]] but he sknows</TD> <TD>THRICKY</TD> </TR> |
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>it knot but what you that are my popular end-</TD> <TD>TILL OHIO</TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>it knot but what you that are my popular end-</TD> <TD>TILL OHIO</TD> </TR> | ||
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>phthisis were born with a solver arm up your</TD> <TD>OHIO</TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>phthisis were born with a solver arm up your</TD> <TD>OHIO</TD> </TR> | ||
<TR> <TD> <I>Trishagion.</I> </TD> <TD>sleep. Thou in shanty ! Thou in scanty shanty ! !</TD> <TD>IOIOMISS.</TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> <I>Trishagion.</I> </TD> <TD>sleep. Thou in shanty ! Thou in scanty shanty ! !</TD> <TD>IOIOMISS.</TD> </TR> | ||
| − | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>Thou in slanty scanty shanty! ! ! Bide in your</TD> <TD></TD> </TR> | + | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>Thou in [[slanty scanty shanty]]! ! ! Bide in your</TD> <TD></TD> </TR> |
| − | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>hush! Bide in your hush, do! The law does</TD> <TD></TD> </TR> | + | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>hush! [[Bide in your hush, do]]! The law does</TD> <TD></TD> </TR> |
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>not aloud you to shout. I plant my penstock</TD> <TD></TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>not aloud you to shout. I plant my penstock</TD> <TD></TD> </TR> | ||
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>in your postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be</TD> <TD></TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>in your postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be</TD> <TD></TD> </TR> | ||
Latest revision as of 12:07, 21 August 2016
| 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. | ||
