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| − | that was writ by one and rede by two and trouved by a poule in | + | that was writ by one and [[rede]] by two and [[trouved by a poule]] in |
the parco! I can see that, I see you are. How does it [[tummel]]? | the parco! I can see that, I see you are. How does it [[tummel]]? | ||
Listen now. Are you listening? Yes, yes! Idneed I am! [[Tarn]] your | Listen now. Are you listening? Yes, yes! Idneed I am! [[Tarn]] your | ||
[[ore]] [[ouse]]! [[Essonne]] [[inne]]! | [[ore]] [[ouse]]! [[Essonne]] [[inne]]! | ||
| − | <I>By earth and the cloudy but I badly want a brandnew bankside,</I> | + | <I>By earth and the cloudy but I badly want a brandnew [[bankside]],</I> |
<I>bedamp and I do, and a plumper at that!</I> | <I>bedamp and I do, and a plumper at that!</I> | ||
<I> For the putty affair I have is wore out, so it is, sitting, yaping and </I> | <I> For the putty affair I have is wore out, so it is, sitting, yaping and </I> | ||
| − | <I>waiting for my old Dane hodder dodderer, my life in death companion,</I> | + | <I>waiting for [[my old Dane hodder dodderer]], my life in death companion,</I> |
| − | <I>my frugal key of our larder, my much-altered camel's hump, my</I> | + | <I>my frugal key of our larder, my much-altered [[camel's hump]], my</I> |
<I>jointspoiler, my maymoon's honey, my fool to the last Decemberer,</I> | <I>jointspoiler, my maymoon's honey, my fool to the last Decemberer,</I> | ||
<I>to wake himself out of his winter's doze and bore me down like he</I> | <I>to wake himself out of his winter's doze and bore me down like he</I> | ||
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<I> Only for my short [[Brittas bed]] made's as snug as it smells it's </I> | <I> Only for my short [[Brittas bed]] made's as snug as it smells it's </I> | ||
<I>out I'd lep and off with me to the [[slobs]] della [[Tolka]] or the [[plage]] au</I> | <I>out I'd lep and off with me to the [[slobs]] della [[Tolka]] or the [[plage]] au</I> | ||
| − | <I>Clontarf to [[feale]] the gay [[aire]] of my salt troublin bay and the race</I> | + | <I>Clontarf to [[feale]] the gay [[aire]] of my salt [[troublin bay]] and the race</I> |
<I>of the saywint up me [[ambushure]].</I> | <I>of the saywint up me [[ambushure]].</I> | ||
[[Onon! Onon!]] tell me more. Tell me every tiny [[teign]]. I want | [[Onon! Onon!]] tell me more. Tell me every tiny [[teign]]. I want | ||
to know every single [[ingul]]. Down to what made the potters fly | to know every single [[ingul]]. Down to what made the potters fly | ||
| − | into jagsthole. And why were the vesles vet. That [[homa]] fever's | + | into jagsthole. And why were the [[vesles]] [[vet]]. That [[homa]] fever's |
winning me wome. If a mahun of the horse but hard me! We'd | winning me wome. If a mahun of the horse but hard me! We'd | ||
be bundukiboi meet askarigal. Well, now comes the hazel- | be bundukiboi meet askarigal. Well, now comes the hazel- | ||
hatchery part. After Clondalkin [[the Kings's Inns]]. We'll soon be | hatchery part. After Clondalkin [[the Kings's Inns]]. We'll soon be | ||
| − | there with the freshet. How many aleveens had she in tool? I can't | + | there with the freshet. How many [[aleveens]] had she [[in tool]]? I can't |
| − | rightly rede you that. Close only knows. Some say she had three | + | rightly [[rede]] you that. Close only knows. Some say she had three |
| − | figures to fill and confined herself to a hundred eleven, wan by- | + | figures to fill and confined herself to [[a hundred eleven, wan bywan bywan|a hundred eleven, wan by-]] |
| − | wan bywan, making meanacuminamoyas. Olaph lamm et, all that | + | [[a hundred eleven, wan bywan bywan|wan bywan, making meanacuminamoyas. Olaph lamm et, all that |
| − | + | |pack?]] We won't have room in the [[kirkeyaard]]. She can't remember | |
half of the cradlenames she smacked on them by the grace of her | half of the cradlenames she smacked on them by the grace of her | ||
boxing bishop's infallible slipper, the cane for Kund and abbles for | boxing bishop's infallible slipper, the cane for Kund and abbles for | ||
| − | Eyolf and ayther nayther for Yakov Yea. A hundred and how? | + | Eyolf and ayther nayther for [[Yakov]] Yea. A hundred and how? |
| − | They did well to rechristien her Pluhurabelle. O loreley! What a | + | They did well to rechristien her Pluhurabelle. O [[loreley]]! What a |
| − | loddon lodes! Heigh ho! But it's quite on the cards she'll shed | + | [[loddon]] [[lodes!]] Heigh ho! But it's quite on the cards she'll shed |
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that was writ by one and rede by two and trouved by a poule in the parco! I can see that, I see you are. How does it tummel? Listen now. Are you listening? Yes, yes! Idneed I am! Tarn your ore ouse! Essonne inne! By earth and the cloudy but I badly want a brandnew bankside, bedamp and I do, and a plumper at that! For the putty affair I have is wore out, so it is, sitting, yaping and waiting for my old Dane hodder dodderer, my life in death companion, my frugal key of our larder, my much-altered camel's hump, my jointspoiler, my maymoon's honey, my fool to the last Decemberer, to wake himself out of his winter's doze and bore me down like he used to. Is there irwell a lord of the manor or a knight of the shire at strike, I wonder, that'd dip me a dace or two in cash for washing and darning his worshipful socks for him now we're run out of horse- brose and milk? Only for my short Brittas bed made's as snug as it smells it's out I'd lep and off with me to the slobs della Tolka or the plage au Clontarf to feale the gay aire of my salt troublin bay and the race of the saywint up me ambushure. Onon! Onon! tell me more. Tell me every tiny teign. I want to know every single ingul. Down to what made the potters fly into jagsthole. And why were the vesles vet. That homa fever's winning me wome. If a mahun of the horse but hard me! We'd be bundukiboi meet askarigal. Well, now comes the hazel- hatchery part. After Clondalkin the Kings's Inns. We'll soon be there with the freshet. How many aleveens had she in tool? I can't rightly rede you that. Close only knows. Some say she had three figures to fill and confined herself to a hundred eleven, wan by- wan bywan, making meanacuminamoyas. Olaph lamm et, all that |pack? We won't have room in the kirkeyaard. She can't remember half of the cradlenames she smacked on them by the grace of her boxing bishop's infallible slipper, the cane for Kund and abbles for Eyolf and ayther nayther for Yakov Yea. A hundred and how? They did well to rechristien her Pluhurabelle. O loreley! What a loddon lodes! Heigh ho! But it's quite on the cards she'll shed
