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| − | after Tom Bowe Glassarse or [[Timmy]] | + | after [[Tom Bowe Glassarse]] or [[Timmy the Tosser]]. [['Tisraely_the_truth!|'Tisrealy the]] |
| − | truth! No isn't it, [[roman pathoricks]]? You were the doublejoynted | + | [['Tisraely_the_truth!|truth!]] No isn't it, [[roman pathoricks]]? You were the [[doublejoynted]] |
| − | janitor the morning they were delivered and you'll be a [[grandfer]] yet entirely when the ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows. | + | [[janitor]] the morning they were delivered and you'll be a [[grandfer]] |
| − | [[Kevin]]'s just a doat with his cherub cheek, chalking [[oghres]] on | + | yet entirely when [[the ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows]]. |
| − | walls, and his little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of knicks, playing | + | [[Kevin]]'s just a [[doat]] with his [[cherub]] cheek, chalking [[oghres]] on |
| − | [[postman's knock]] round the diggings and if the seep were milk | + | walls, and [[his little lamp and schoolbelt]] and [[bag of knicks]], playing |
| − | you could lieve his olde by his ide but, laus sake, the devil does | + | [[postman's knock]] round the [[diggings]] and if the [[seep were milk]] |
| − | be in that knirps of a [[Jerry]] sometimes, the tarandtan plaidboy, | + | you could [[lieve his olde by his ide]] but, [[laus sake]], the [[devil]] does |
| − | making encostive inkum out of the last of his lavings and writing | + | be in that [[knirps]] of a [[Jerry]] sometimes, the [[tarandtan plaidboy]], |
| − | a [[blue streak]] over his [[bourseday]] shirt. Hetty Jane's a child of | + | making [[encostive]] [[inkum]] out of the last of his [[lavings]] and writing |
| − | Mary. She'll be coming (for they're sure to choose her) in her | + | a [[blue streak]] over his [[bourseday]] shirt. [[Hetty Jane's]] a [[child_of_Mary|child of]] |
| − | white of gold with a tourch of ivy to rekindle the flame on [[Felix]] | + | [[child_of_Mary|Mary]]. She'll be coming (for they're sure to choose her) in her |
| − | Day. But Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. You remember | + | [[white of gold with a tourch of ivy]] to rekindle the flame on [[Felix]] |
| − | Essie in our Luna's Convent? They called her [[Holly Merry]] her | + | Day. But [[Essie Shanahan]] has let down her skirts. [[You_remember_Essie|You remember]] |
| − | lips were so ruddyberry and [[Pia de Purebelle]] when the redminers | + | [[You_remember_Essie|Essie]] in [[our Luna's Convent]]? They called her [[Holly Merry]] her |
| − | riots was on about her. Were I a clerk designate to the Williams- | + | lips were so [[ruddyberry]] and [[Pia de Purebelle]] when the [[redminers]] |
| − | woodsmenufactors I'd poster those pouters on every jamb in the | + | riots was on about her. [[Were I a clerk]] designate to the [[Williamswoodsmenufactors|Williams-]] |
| − | town. She's making her rep at Lanner's twicenightly. With the | + | [[Williamswoodsmenufactors|woodsmenufactors]] I'd [[poster those pouters]] on every [[jamb]] in the |
| − | tabarine tamtammers of the whirligigmagees. Beats that cachucha | + | town. She's making her [[rep]] at [[Lanner's]] [[twicenightly]]. With the |
| − | flat. 'Twould dilate your heart to go. | + | [[tabarine tamtammers]] of the [[whirligigmagees]]. [[Beats]] that [[cachucha_flat|cachucha]] |
| − | Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and | + | [[cachucha_flat|flat]]. 'Twould [[dilate]] your heart to go. |
| − | repose your honour's lordship! Hold him here, Ezekiel Irons, and | + | [[Aisy now]], you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and |
| − | may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's spoor- | + | repose your [[honour's lordship!]] Hold him here, [[Ezekiel Irons]], and |
| − | ing. Dimitrius O'Flagonan, cork that cure for the Clancartys ! You | + | [[may God strengthen you!]] It's our warm spirits, boys, he's [[spooring|spoor-]] |
| − | swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch | + | [[spooring|ing]]. [[Dimitrius O'Flagonan]], [[cork that cure]] for the [[Clancartys!]] You |
| − | neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther | + | swamped enough since [[Portobello]] to float the [[Pomeroy]]. [[Fetch_neahere,_Pat_Koy!_And_fetch_nouyou,_Pam Yates!|Fetch]] |
| − | angst of Wramawitch! Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, | + | [[Fetch_neahere,_Pat_Koy!_And_fetch_nouyou,_Pam_Yates!|neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates!]] [[Be nayther]] |
| − | where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O | + | [[angst]] of [[Wramawitch]]! [[Here's lumbos]]. Where [[misties swaddlum]], |
| − | sleepy! [[So be yet!]] | + | where [[misches lodge none]], where [[mystries pour kind on]], O |
| − | She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir postcards to | + | sleepy! [[So be yet!]] |
| − | help to build me murial, tippers! I'll trip your traps! Assure a | + | I've an eye on [[queer_(027)|queer]] [[Behan]] and old [[Kate]] and the [[butter]], trust me. |
| − | sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you. Did or | + | She'll do no jugglywuggly with her [[war souvenir postcards]] to |
| − | didn't we, sharestutterers? So you won't be up a stump entirely. | + | help to build [[me murial]], [[tippers]]! I'll [[trip your traps]]! [[Assure_a_sure_there|Assure a]] |
| − | Nor shed your remnants. The sternwheel's crawling strong. I | + | [[Assure_a_sure_there|sure there]]! And [[we put on your clock]] again, sir, for you. Did or |
| + | didn't we, sharestutterers? So you won't be [[up a stump]] entirely. | ||
| + | Nor [[shed your]] [[remnants]]. The [[sternwheel's]] crawling strong. I | ||
Latest revision as of 00:43, 21 May 2020
after Tom Bowe Glassarse or Timmy the Tosser. 'Tisrealy the truth! No isn't it, roman pathoricks? You were the doublejoynted janitor the morning they were delivered and you'll be a grandfer yet entirely when the ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows. Kevin's just a doat with his cherub cheek, chalking oghres on walls, and his little lamp and schoolbelt and bag of knicks, playing postman's knock round the diggings and if the seep were milk you could lieve his olde by his ide but, laus sake, the devil does be in that knirps of a Jerry sometimes, the tarandtan plaidboy, making encostive inkum out of the last of his lavings and writing a blue streak over his bourseday shirt. Hetty Jane's a child of Mary. She'll be coming (for they're sure to choose her) in her white of gold with a tourch of ivy to rekindle the flame on Felix Day. But Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts. You remember Essie in our Luna's Convent? They called her Holly Merry her lips were so ruddyberry and Pia de Purebelle when the redminers riots was on about her. Were I a clerk designate to the Williams- woodsmenufactors I'd poster those pouters on every jamb in the town. She's making her rep at Lanner's twicenightly. With the tabarine tamtammers of the whirligigmagees. Beats that cachucha flat. 'Twould dilate your heart to go. Aisy now, you decent man, with your knees and lie quiet and repose your honour's lordship! Hold him here, Ezekiel Irons, and may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's spoor- ing. Dimitrius O'Flagonan, cork that cure for the Clancartys! You swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther angst of Wramawitch! Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet! I've an eye on queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust me. She'll do no jugglywuggly with her war souvenir postcards to help to build me murial, tippers! I'll trip your traps! Assure a sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you. Did or didn't we, sharestutterers? So you won't be up a stump entirely. Nor shed your remnants. The sternwheel's crawling strong. I
