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