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you presents, won't we, [[fenians]]? And it isn't our [[spittle]] we'll stint | you presents, won't we, [[fenians]]? And it isn't our [[spittle]] we'll stint | ||
you of, is it, [[druids]]? Not [[shabbty]] little [[imagettes]], [[pennydirts]] and | you of, is it, [[druids]]? Not [[shabbty]] little [[imagettes]], [[pennydirts]] and | ||
| − | dodgemyeyes you buy in the [[soottee stores]]. But offerings of the | + | [[dodgemyeyes]] you buy in the [[soottee stores]]. But offerings of the |
field. [[Mieliodories]], that [[Doctor Faherty, the madison man]], | field. [[Mieliodories]], that [[Doctor Faherty, the madison man]], | ||
taught to [[gooden]] you. [[Poppypap's]] a [[passport out]]. And [[honey_is_the_holiest_thing_ever_was|honey is]] | taught to [[gooden]] you. [[Poppypap's]] a [[passport out]]. And [[honey_is_the_holiest_thing_ever_was|honey is]] | ||
[[honey_is_the_holiest_thing_ever_was|the holiest thing ever was]], [[hive, comb and earwax]], the food for | [[honey_is_the_holiest_thing_ever_was|the holiest thing ever was]], [[hive, comb and earwax]], the food for | ||
glory, (mind you keep the pot or [[your_nectar_cup_may_yield_too_light!|your nectar cup may yield too]] | glory, (mind you keep the pot or [[your_nectar_cup_may_yield_too_light!|your nectar cup may yield too]] | ||
| − | [[your_nectar_cup_may_yield_too_light!|light!]]) and some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you. | + | [[your_nectar_cup_may_yield_too_light!|light!]]) and [[some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you]]. |
Your fame is [[spreading]] like [[Basilico's ointment]] since the [[Fintan_Lalors|Fintan]] | Your fame is [[spreading]] like [[Basilico's ointment]] since the [[Fintan_Lalors|Fintan]] | ||
[[Fintan_Lalors|Lalors]] piped you [[overborder]] and there's whole households be- | [[Fintan_Lalors|Lalors]] piped you [[overborder]] and there's whole households be- | ||
| − | yond the [[Bothnians]] and they calling names after you. The [[menhere's|men-]] | + | yond the [[Bothnians]] [[and they calling names after you]]. The [[menhere's|men-]] |
[[menhere's|here's]] always talking of you [[sitting around]] on the pig's cheeks | [[menhere's|here's]] always talking of you [[sitting around]] on the pig's cheeks | ||
under the sacred [[rooftree]], over the bowls of memory [[where_every_hollow_holds_a_hallow|where every]] | under the sacred [[rooftree]], over the bowls of memory [[where_every_hollow_holds_a_hallow|where every]] | ||
[[where_every_hollow_holds_a_hallow|hollow holds a hallow]], with a pledge [[till]] the [[drengs]], in the [[Salmon_House|Salmon]] | [[where_every_hollow_holds_a_hallow|hollow holds a hallow]], with a pledge [[till]] the [[drengs]], in the [[Salmon_House|Salmon]] | ||
| − | [[Salmon_House|House]]. And admiring to our supershillelagh where the [[palmsweat]] | + | [[Salmon_House|House]]. And admiring to our [[supershillelagh]] where the [[palmsweat]] |
| − | on high is the mark of your [[manument]]. All the [[toethpicks]] ever | + | on high is the [[mark]] of your [[manument]]. All the [[toethpicks]] ever |
| − | Eirenesians chewed on are [[chips]] chepped from that battery | + | [[Eirenesians]] chewed on are [[chips]] chepped from that battery |
| − | block. If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the | + | block. If you were [[bowed and soild]] and letdown itself from the |
| − | oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and | + | [[oner of the load]] it was that [[paddyplanters]] might pack up plenty and |
| − | when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses | + | when you were [[undone in every point]] [[fore_(025)|fore]] [[the laps of goddesses]] |
| − | you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy. The game old | + | you showed our [[labourlasses]] how to free was easy. The [[game_old_Gunne|game old]] |
| − | Gunne, they do be saying, (skull !) that was a planter for you, a | + | [[game_old_Gunne|Gunne]], they do be saying, ([[skull!]]) that was a [[planter]] for you, a |
| − | spicer of them all. Begog but he was, the G.O.G! He's dudd- | + | [[spicer]] of them all. [[Begog but he was]], the [[G.O.G!]] He's [[duddandgunne|dudd-]] |
| − | andgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq | + | [[duddandgunne|andgunne]] now and we're [[apter]] finding the [[sores of his sedeq]] |
but peace to his great limbs, the [[buddhoch]], with the last league | but peace to his great limbs, the [[buddhoch]], with the last league | ||
| − | long rest of him, while the millioncandled eye of Tuskar sweeps | + | long rest of him, while the [[millioncandled eye of Tuskar]] sweeps |
| − | the Moylean Main ! There was never a warlord in Great [[Erinnes]] | + | the [[Moylean Main!]] There was never a warlord in Great [[Erinnes]] |
| − | and [[Brettland]], no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say. No, | + | and [[Brettland]], no, nor in all [[Pike County]] like you, they say. No, |
| − | nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. | + | nor a king nor an [[ardking]], [[bung king]], [[sung king]] or [[hung king]]. |
| − | That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn't ring | + | That you could fell an [[elmstree]] twelve urchins couldn't ring |
| − | round and hoist high the stone that Liam failed. Who but a [[Mac-]] | + | round and hoist high the [[stone that Liam failed]]. Who but a [[Maccullaghmore|Mac-]] |
| − | [[cullaghmore]] the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the | + | [[Maccullaghmore|cullaghmore]] the [[reise]] of our fortunes and the [[faunayman]] at the |
| − | funeral to compass our cause? If you was hogglebully itself and | + | funeral to compass our cause? If you was [[hogglebully]] itself and |
| − | most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was | + | [[most frifty]] like you was taken waters still what all where was |
| − | your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better | + | your like to [[lay the cable]] or who was the batter could better |
| − | Your Grace? Mick Mac Magnus MacCawley can take you off to | + | [[Your Grace]]? [[Mick Mac Magnus MacCawley]] can [[take you off]] to |
Latest revision as of 15:52, 17 March 2021
you presents, won't we, fenians? And it isn't our spittle we'll stint you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, pennydirts and dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the field. Mieliodories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man, taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax, the food for glory, (mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too light!) and some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you. Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan Lalors piped you overborder and there's whole households be- yond the Bothnians and they calling names after you. The men- here's always talking of you sitting around on the pig's cheeks under the sacred rooftree, over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow, with a pledge till the drengs, in the Salmon House. And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument. All the toethpicks ever Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped from that battery block. If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy. The game old Gunne, they do be saying, (skull!) that was a planter for you, a spicer of them all. Begog but he was, the G.O.G! He's dudd- andgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq but peace to his great limbs, the buddhoch, with the last league long rest of him, while the millioncandled eye of Tuskar sweeps the Moylean Main! There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes and Brettland, no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say. No, nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn't ring round and hoist high the stone that Liam failed. Who but a Mac- cullaghmore the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the funeral to compass our cause? If you was hogglebully itself and most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better Your Grace? Mick Mac Magnus MacCawley can take you off to
