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Now (to forebare for ever solittle of Iris Trees and Lili O'Ran-
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gans),
concerning the genesis of Harold or Humphrey Chimp-
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den's
occupational agnomen (we are back in the presurnames
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prodromarith
period, of course just when enos chalked halltraps)
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and
discarding once for all those theories from older sources which
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would
link him back with such pivotal ancestors as the Glues, the
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Gravys,
the Northeasts, the Ankers and the Earwickers of Sidles-
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ham in
the Hundred of Manhood or proclaim him offsprout of
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vikings
who had founded wapentake and seddled hem in Herrick
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or Eric,
the best authenticated version, the Dumlat, read the
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told how
in the beginning it came to pass that like cabbaging
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Cincinnatus
the grand old gardener was saving daylight under his
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redwoodtree
one sultry sabbath afternoon, Hag Chivychas Eve,
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in
prefall paradise peace by following his plough for rootles in the
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rere
garden of mobhouse, ye olde marine hotel, when royalty was
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announced
by runner to have been pleased to have halted itself on
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the
highroad along which a leisureloving dogfox had cast fol-
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lowed,
also at walking pace, by a lady pack of cocker spaniels. For-
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getful of
all save his vassal's plain fealty to the ethnarch Humphrey
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or Harold
stayed not to yoke or saddle but stumbled out hotface
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as he was
(his sweatful bandanna loose from his pocketcoat) hast-
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ing to
the forecourts of his public in topee, surcingle, solascarf and
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plaid,
plus fours, puttees and bulldog boots ruddled cinnabar with
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flagrant
marl, jingling his turnpike keys and bearing aloft amid
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the fixed
pikes of the hunting party a high perch atop of which a
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flowerpot
was fixed earthside hoist with care. On his majesty, who
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was, or
often feigned to be, noticeably longsighted from green
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youth and
had been meaning to inquire what, in effect, had caused
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yon
causeway to be thus potholed, asking substitutionally to be
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put wise
as to whether paternoster and silver doctors were not
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now more
fancied bait for lobstertrapping honest blunt Harom-
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phreyld
answered in no uncertain tones very similarly with a fear-
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less
forehead: Naw, yer maggers, aw war jist a cotchin on thon
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bluggy
earwuggers. Our sailor king, who was draining a gugglet
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of
obvious adamale, gift both and gorban, upon this, ceasing to
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swallow,
smiled most heartily beneath his walrus moustaches and
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indulging
that none too genial humour which William the Conk
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on the
spindle side had inherited with the hereditary whitelock
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and some
shortfingeredness from his greataunt Sophy, turned to-
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wards two
of his retinue of gallowglasses, Michael, etheling lord
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of Leix
and Offaly and the jubilee mayor of
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(the two
scatterguns being Michael M. Manning, protosyndic of
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a later
version cited by the learned scholarch Canavan of Can-
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makenoise),
in either case a triptychal religious family symbolising
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puritas
of doctrina, business per usuals and the purchypatch of
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hamlock
where the paddish preties grow and remarked dilsydul-
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sily:
Holybones of
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ingrainia
would audibly fume did he know that we have for sur-
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trusty
bailiwick a turnpiker who is by turns a pikebailer no sel-
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domer
than an earwigger For he kinned Jom Pill with his court
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so gray
and his haunts in his house in the mourning. (One still
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hears
that pebble crusted laughta, japijap cheerycherrily, among
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the roadside
tree the lady Holmpatrick planted and still one feels
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the
amossive silence of the cladstone allegibelling: Ive mies outs
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ide
Bourn.) Comes the question are these the facts of his nom-
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inigentilisation
as recorded and accolated in both or either of the
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collateral
andrewpaulmurphyc narratives. Are those their fata
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which we
read in sibylline between the fas and its nefas? No dung
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on the
road? And shall Nohomiah be our place like? Yea, Mulachy
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our
kingable khan? We shall perhaps not so soon see. Pinck
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poncks
that bail for seeks alicence where cumsceptres with scen-
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taurs
stay. Bear in mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me-
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theg in
your midness, this man is mountain and unto changeth
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doth one
ascend. Heave we aside the fallacy, as punical as finikin,
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that it
was not the king kingself but his inseparable sisters, un-
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controllable
nighttalkers, Skertsiraizde with Donyahzade, who
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afterwards,
when the robberers shot up the socialights, came down
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into the
world as amusers and were staged by Madame Sudlow
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as Rosa
and Lily Miskinguette in the pantalime that two pitts
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paythronosed,
Miliodorus and Galathee. The great fact emerges
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that
after that historic date all holographs so far exhumed ini-
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tialled
by Haromphrey bear the sigla H.C.E. and while he was
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only and
long and always good Dook Umphrey for the hunger-
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lean
spalpeens of Lucalizod and Chimbers to his cronies it was
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equally
certainly a pleasant turn of the populace which gave him
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as sense
of those normative letters the nickname Here Comes
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Everybody.
An imposing everybody he always indeed looked,
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constantly
the same as and equal to himself and magnificently well
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worthy of
any and all such universalisation, every time he con-
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tinually
surveyed, amid vociferatings from in front of Accept these
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few nutties! and Take off that white hat!,
relieved with Stop his Grog
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and Put It in the Log and Loots in his (bassvoco) Boots, from good
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start to
happy finish the truly catholic assemblage gathered together
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in that
king's treat house of satin alustrelike above floats and foot-
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lights
from their assbawlveldts and oxgangs unanimously to clap-
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plaud
(the inspiration of his lifetime and the hits of their careers)
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Mr
Wallenstein Washington Semperkelly's immergreen tourers
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in a
command performance by special request with the courteous
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permission
for pious purposes the homedromed and enliventh
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performance
of the problem passion play of the millentury, running
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strong
since creation, A Royal
Divorce, then near the approach
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towards
the summit of its climax, with ambitious interval band
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selections
from The Bo' Girl and The Lily on all horserie show
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command
nights from his viceregal booth (his bossaloner is ceil-
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inged
there a cuckoospit less eminent than the redritualhoods of
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Maccabe
and Cullen) where, a veritable Napoleon the Nth, our
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worldstage's
practical jokepiece and retired cecelticocommediant
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in his
own wise, this folksforefather all of the time sat, having the
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entirety
of his house about him, with the invariable broadstretched
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kerchief
cooling his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades and in
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a
wardrobe panelled tuxedo completely thrown back from a shirt
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well
entitled a swallowall, on every point far outstarching the
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laundered
clawhammers and marbletopped highboys of the pit
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stalls
and early amphitheatre. The piece was this: look at the lamps.
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The cast
was thus: see under the clock. Ladies circle: cloaks may
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be left.
Pit, prommer and parterre, standing room only. Habituels
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conspicuously emergent.
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A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal
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sense of
which decency can safely scarcely hint. It has been blur-
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tingly
bruited by certain wisecrackers (the stinks of Mohorat are
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in the
nightplots of the morning), that he suffered from a vile
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disease.
Athma, unmanner them! To such a suggestion the one
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selfrespecting
answer is to affirm that there are certain statements
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which
ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be able to
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add,
ought not to be allowed to be made. Nor have his detractors,
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who, an
imperfectly warmblooded race, apparently conceive him
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as a
great white caterpillar capable of any and every enormity in
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the
calendar recorded to the discredit of the Juke and Kellikek
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families,
mended their case by insinuating that, alternately, he lay
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at one
time under the ludicrous imputation of annoying Welsh
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fusiliers
in the people's park. Hay, hay, hay! Hoq, hoq, hoq!
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Faun and
Flora on the lea love that little old joq. To anyone who
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knew and
loved the christlikeness of the big cleanminded giant
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H. C.
Earwicker throughout his excellency long vicefreegal exis-
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tence the
mere suggestion of him as a lustsleuth nosing for trou-
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ble in a
boobytrap rings particularly preposterous. Truth, beard
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on
prophet, compels one to add that there is said to have been
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quondam
(pfuit! pfuit!) some case of the kind implicating, it is
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interdum
believed, a quidam (if he did not exist it would be ne-
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cessary
quoniam to invent him) abhout that time stambuling ha-
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round
Dumbaling in leaky sneakers with his tarrk record who
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has
remained topantically anonymos but (let us hue him Abdul-
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lah
Gamellaxarksky) was, it is stated, posted at Mallon's at the
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instance
of watch warriors of the vigilance committee and years
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afterwards,
cries one even greater, Ibid, a commender of the
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frightful,
seemingly, unto such as were sulhan sated, tropped head
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(pfiat!
pfiat!) waiting his first of the month froods turn for
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thatt
chopp pah kabbakks alicubi on the old house for the charge-
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hard,
Roche Haddocks off
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liar, Gob
scene you in the narked place and she what's edith ar
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home
defileth these boyles! There's a cabful of bash indeed in
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the
homeur of that meal. Slander, let it lie its flattest, has never
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been able
to convict our good and great and no ordinary Southron
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Earwicker,
that homogenius man, as a pious author called him, of
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any
graver impropriety than that, advanced by some woodwards
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or
regarders, who did not dare deny, the shomers, that they had,
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chin Ted,
chin Tam, chinchin Taffyd, that day consumed their
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soul of
the corn, of having behaved with ongentilmensky im-
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modus
opposite a pair of dainty maidservants in the swoolth of
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the rushy
hollow whither, or so the two gown and pinners plead-
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ed, dame
nature in all innocency had spontaneously and about the
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same hour
of the eventide sent them both but whose published
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combinations
of silkinlaine testimonies are, where not dubiously
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pure,
visibly divergent, as wapt from wept, on minor points touch-
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ing the
intimate nature of this, a first offence in vert or venison
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which was
admittedly an incautious but, at its wildest, a partial ex-
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posure
with such attenuating circumstances (garthen gaddeth green
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hwere
sokeman brideth girling) as an abnormal Saint Swithin's
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summer
and, (Jesses Rosasharon!) a ripe occasion to provoke it.
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We can't do without them. Wives, rush to the restyours! Of-
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man will
toman while led is the lol. Zessid's our kadem, villa-
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pleach,
vollapluck. Fikup, for flesh nelly, el mundo nov, zole flen !
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If she's
a lilyth, pull early! Pauline, allow! And malers abushed,
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keep
black, keep black! Guiltless of much laid to him he was
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clearly
for once at least he clearly expressed himself as being with
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still a
trace of his erstwhile burr sod hence it has been received of
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P. 35
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us that
it is true. They tell the story (an amalgam as absorbing as
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calzium
chloereydes and hydrophobe sponges could make it) how
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one
happygogusty Ides-of-April morning (the anniversary, as it
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fell out,
of his first assumption of his mirthday suit and rights in
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appurtenance
to the confusioning of human races) ages and ages
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|
after the
alleged misdemeanour when the tried friend of all crea-
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tion,
tigerwood roadstaff to his stay, was billowing across the
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wide
expanse of our greatest park in his caoutchouc kepi and
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great
belt and hideinsacks and his blaufunx fustian and ironsides
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jackboots
and Bhagafat gaiters and his rubberised inverness, he
|
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met a cad
with a pipe. The latter, the luciferant not the oriuolate
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(who, the
odds are, is still berting dagabout in the same straw
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bamer,
carryin his overgoat under his schulder, sheepside out, so
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as to
look more like a coumfry gentleman and signing the pledge
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as gaily
as you please) hardily accosted him with: Guinness thaw
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tool in
jew me dinner ouzel fin? (a nice how-do-you-do in Pool-
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black at
the time as some of our olddaisers may still tremblingly
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recall)
to ask could he tell him how much a clock it was that the
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clock
struck had he any idea by cock's luck as his watch was
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bradys.
Hesitency was clearly to be evitated. Execration as cleverly
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to be
honnisoid. The Earwicker of that spurring instant, realising
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on
fundamental liberal principles the supreme importance, nexally
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|
and
noxally, of physical life (the nearest help relay being pingping
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K. O.
Sempatrick's Day and the fenian rising) and unwishful as
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he felt
of being hurled into eternity right then, plugged by a soft-
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nosed
bullet from the sap, halted, quick on the draw, and reply-
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in that
he was feelin tipstaff, cue, prodooced from his gunpocket
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his
Jurgensen's shrapnel
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by
usucapture, but, on the same stroke, hearing above the skirl-
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ing of
harsh Mother East old Fox Goodman, the bellmaster, over
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the
wastes to south, at work upon the ten ton tonuant thunder-
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ous tenor
toller in the speckled church (Couhounin's call!) told
|
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the
inquiring kidder, by Jehova, it was twelve of em sidereal and
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tankard
time, adding, buttall, as he bended deeply with smoked
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sardinish
breath to give more pondus to the copperstick he pre-
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sented
(though this seems in some cumfusium with the chap-
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P. 36
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stuck
ginger, which, as being of sours, acids, salts, sweets and
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bitters
compompounded, we know him to have used as chaw-
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|
chaw for
bone, muscle, blood, flesh and vimvital,) that where-
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as the
hakusay accusation againstm had been made, what was
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known in
high quarters as was stood stated in Morganspost, by
|
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a
creature in youman form who was quite beneath parr and seve-
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ral
degrees lower than yore triplehydrad snake. In greater sup-
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port of
his word (it, quaint 'anticipation of a famous phrase, has
|
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been
reconstricted out of oral style into the verbal for all time
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with
ritual rhythmics, in quiritary quietude, and toosammen-
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stucked
from successive accounts by Noah Webster in the re-
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daction
known as the Sayings Attributive of H. C. Earwicker,
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prize on
schillings, postlots free), the flaxen Gygas tapped his
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chronometrum
drumdrum and, now standing full erect, above
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the ambijacent
floodplain, scene of its happening, with one Ber-
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lin
gauntlet chopstuck in the hough of his ellboge (by ancientest
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signlore
his gesture meaning:
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two
degrees towards his duc de
Fer's overgrown milestone
as
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fellow to
his gage and after a rendypresent pause averred with
|
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solemn
emotion's fire: Shsh shake, co-comeraid! Me only, them
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five ones,
he is equal combat. I have won straight. Hence my
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|
nonation
wide hotel and creamery establishments which for the
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|
honours
of our mewmew mutual daughters, credit me, I am woo-
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|
woo
willing to take my stand, sir, upon the monument, that sign
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|
of our
ruru redemption, any hygienic day to this hour and to
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|
make my
hoath to my sinnfinners, even if I get life for it, upon
|
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|
the Open
Bible and before the Great Taskmaster's (I lift my hat!)
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|
and in
the presence of the Deity Itself andwell of Bishop and
|
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|
Mrs
Michan of High Church of England as of all such of said
|
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|
my
immediate withdwellers and of every living sohole in every
|
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|
corner
wheresoever of this globe in general which useth of my
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|
British
to my backbone tongue and commutative justice that
|
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|
there is
not one tittle of truth, allow me to tell you, in that purest
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of fibfib fabrications.
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P. 38
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Our cad's bit of strife (knee Bareniece Maxwelton) with a quick
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|
ear for
spittoons (as the aftertale hath it) glaned up as usual with
|
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dumbestic
husbandry (no persicks and armelians for thee, Pome-
|
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|
ranzia!)
but, slipping the clav in her claw, broke of the matter
|
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|
among a
hundred and eleven others in her usual curtsey (how
|
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|
faint
these first vhespers womanly are, a secret pispigliando, amad
|
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|
the
lavurdy den of their manfolker!) the next night nudge one
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as was
Hegesippus over a hup a ' chee, her eys dry and small and
|
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|
speech
thicklish because he appeared a funny colour like he
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|
couldn't
stood they old hens no longer, to her particular reverend,
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|
the
director, whom she had been meaning in her mind primarily
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|
to speak
with (hosch, intra! jist a timblespoon!) trusting, between
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|
cuppled
lips and annie lawrie promises (mighshe never have
|
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|
Esnekerry
pudden come Hunanov for her pecklapitschens!) that
|
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|
the
gossiple so delivered in his epistolear, buried teatoastally in
|
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|
their
Irish stew would go no further than his jesuit's cloth, yet
|
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|
(in
vinars venitas! volatiles valetotum!) it was this overspoiled
|
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|
priest Mr
Browne, disguised as a vincentian, who, when seized
|
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|
of the
facts, was overheard, in his secondary personality as a
|
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|
Nolan and
underreared, poul soul, by accident
|
|
|
incident
it was an accident for here the ruah of Ecclectiastes
|
|
|
of Hippo
outpuffs the writress of Havvah-ban-Annah
|
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|
pianissime
a slightly varied version of Crookedribs confidentials,
|
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|
(what
Mere Aloyse said but for Jesuphine's sake !) hands between
|
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|
hahands,
in fealty sworn (my bravor best! my fraur!) and, to the
|
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|
strains
of The Secret of Her Birth,
hushly pierce the rubiend
|
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|
aurellum
of one Philly Thurnston, a layteacher of rural science
|
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|
and
orthophonethics of a nearstout figure and about the middle
|
P. 39
|
of his
forties during a priestly flutter for safe and sane bets at the
|
|
|
hippic
runfields of breezy Baldoyle on a date (W. W. goes
|
|
|
through
the card) easily capable of rememberance by all pickers-
|
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|
up of
events national and
|
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|
and
Paullock, peer and prole, when the classic Encourage Hackney
|
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|
Plate was
captured by two noses in a stablecloth finish, ek and nek,
|
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|
some and
none, evelo nevelo, from the cream colt Bold Boy
|
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|
Cromwell
after a clever getaway by Captain Chaplain Blount's
|
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|
roe hinny
Saint Dalough, Drummer Coxon, nondepict third, at
|
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|
breakneck
odds, thanks to you great little, bonny little, portey
|
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|
little,
Winny Widger! you're all their nappies! who in his never-
|
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rip mud
and purpular cap was surely leagues unlike any other
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phantomweight
that ever toppitt our timber maggies.
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This, more krectly lubeen or fellow
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poured
forth where Riau Liviau riots and col de Houdo humps,
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under the
shadow of the monument of the shouldhavebeen legis-
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lator
(Eleutheriodendron! Spare, woodmann, spare!) to an over-
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flow
meeting of all the nations in Lenster fullyfilling the visional
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area and,
as a singleminded supercrowd, easily representative,
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what with
masks, whet with faces, of all sections and cross sections
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(wineshop
and cocoahouse poured out to brim up the broaching)
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of our
liffeyside people (to omit to mention of the mainland mino-
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rity and
such as had wayfared via Watling, Ernin, Icknild and
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Stane, in
chief a halted cockney car with its quotal of Hardmuth's
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hacks, a
northern tory, a southern whig, an eastanglian chroni-
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cler and
a landwester guardian) ranging from slips of young
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dublinos
from Cutpurse Row having nothing better to do than
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walk
about with their hands in their kneepants, sucking air-
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whackers,
weedulicet, jumbobricks, side by side with truant
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officers,
three woollen balls and poplin in search of a croust of
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pawn to
busy professional gentlemen, a brace of palesmen with
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dundrearies,
nooning toward Daly's, fresh from snipehitting and
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mallardmissing
on
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going
ladies from
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some
wandering hamalags out of the adjacent cloverfields of
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Mosse's
Gardens, an oblate father from Skinner's Alley, brick-
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layers, a
fleming, in tabinet fumant, with spouse and dog, an aged
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hammersmith
who had some chisellers by the hand, a bout of
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cudgel
players, not a few sheep with the braxy, two bluecoat
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scholars,
four broke gents out of Simpson's on the Rocks, a
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portly
and a pert still tassing Turkey Coffee and orange shrub in
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tickeyes
door, Peter Pim and Paul Fry and then Elliot and, O,
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Atkinson,
suffering hell's delights from the blains of their annui-
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tants'
acorns not forgetting a deuce of dianas ridy for the hunt, a
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particularist
prebendary pondering on the roman easter, the ton-
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sure
question and greek uniates, plunk em, a lace lappet head or
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two or
three or four from a window, and so on down to a few good
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old
souls, who, as they were juiced after taking their pledge over at
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the
uncle's place, were evidently under the spell of liquor, from the
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wake of
Tarry the Tailor a fair girl, a jolly postoboy thinking off
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three
flagons and one, a plumodrole, a half sir from the weaver's
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almshouse
who clings and clings and chatchatchat clings to her, a
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wholedam's
cloudhued pittycoat, as child, as curiolater, as Caoch
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O'Leary.
The wararrow went round, so it did, (a nation wants
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a gaze)
and the ballad, in the felibrine trancoped metre affectioned
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by Taiocebo
in his Casudas de
Poulichinello Artahut, stump-
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stampaded
on to a slip of blancovide and headed by an excessively
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rough and
red woodcut, privately printed at the rimepress of
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Delville,
soon fluttered its secret on white highway and brown
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byway to
the rose of the winds and the blew of the gaels, from
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archway
to lattice and from black hand to pink ear, village crying
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to
village, through the five pussyfours green of the
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of Scotia
Picta
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in dirt!
To the added strains (so peacifold) of his majesty the
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flute,
that onecrooned king of inscrewments, Piggott's purest, ciello
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alsoliuto, which Mr Delaney (Mr Delacey?),
horn, anticipating
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a perfect
downpour of plaudits among the rapsods, piped
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out of
his decentsoort hat, looking still more like his purseyful
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namesake
as men of
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snowycrested curl amoist the leader's wild and moulting hair,
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'Ductor'
Hitchcock hoisted his fezzy fuzz at bludgeon's height
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signum to
his companions of the chalice for the Loud Fellow,
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boys' and silentium in curia! (our
maypole once more where he rose
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of old)
and the canto was chantied there chorussed and christened
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where by
the old tollgate, Saint Annona's Street and Church.
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And around the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann that
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Hosty
made. Spoken. Boyles and Cahills, Skerretts and Pritchards,
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viersified
and piersified may the treeth we tale of live in stoney.
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Here line
the refrains of. Some vote him Vike, some mote him
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Mike,
some dub him Llyn and Phin while others hail him Lug
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Bug Dan
Lop, Lex, Lax, Gunne or Guinn. Some apt him Arth,
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some bapt
him Barth, Coll, Noll, Soll, Will, Weel, Wall but I
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parse him
Persse O'Reilly else he's called no name at all. To-
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gether.
Arrah, leave it to Hosty, frosty Hosty, leave it to Hosty
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for he's
the mann to rhyme the rann, the rann, the rann, the king
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of all
ranns. Have you here? (Some ha) Have we where? (Some
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hant)
Have you hered? (Others do) Have we whered? (Others dont)
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It's
cumming, it's brumming! The clip, the clop! (All cla) Glass
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crash. The
(klikkaklakkaklaskaklopatzklatschabattacreppycrotty-
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graddaghsemmihsammihnouithappluddyappladdypkonpkot!).
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P. 45
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Have you
heard of one Humpty Dumpty
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How he
fell with a roll and a rumble
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And
curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
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By the
butt of the Magazine Wall,
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(Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,
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Hump, helmet and all?
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He was
one time our King of the Castle
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Now he's
kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
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And from
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To the
penal jail of Mountjoy
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(Chorus) To the jail of Mountjoy!
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Jail him and joy.
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He was
fafafather of all schemes for to bother us
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Slow
coaches and immaculate contraceptives for the populace,
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Mare's
milk for the sick, seven dry Sundays a week,
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Openair
love and religion's reform,
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(Chorus) And religious reform,
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Hideous in form.
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Arrah,
why, says you, couldn't he manage it?
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I'll go
bail, my fine dairyman darling,
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Like the
bumping bull of the Cassidys
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All your
butter is in your horns.
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(Chorus) His butter is in his horns.
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Butter his horns!
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(Repeat)
Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt
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[on ye,
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Rhyme the
rann, the king of all ranns!
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Balbaccio,
balbuccio!
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We had
chaw chaw chops, chairs, chewing gum, the chicken-
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[pox
and china chambers
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Universally
provided by this soffsoaping salesman.
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P. 46
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Small
wonder He'll Cheat E'erawan our local lads nicknamed him
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When
Chimpden first took the floor
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(Chorus) With his bucketshop store
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Down Bargainweg, Lower.
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So snug
he was in his hotel premises sumptuous
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But soon
we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumpery
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And'tis
short till sheriff Clancy'll be winding up his unlimited
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[company
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With the
bailiff's bom at the door,
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(Chorus) Bimbam at the door.
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Then he'll bum no
more.
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Sweet bad
luck on the waves washed to our island
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The
hooker of that hammerfast viking
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And
Gall's curse on the day when Eblana bay
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Saw his
black and tan man-o'-war.
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(Chorus) Saw his man-o'-war.
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On the harbour bar.
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Where
from? roars Poolbeg. Cookingha'pence, he bawls Donnez-
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[moi scampitle, wick an wipin'fampiny
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Fingal
Mac Oscar Onesine Bargearse Boniface
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Thok's
min gammelhole Norveegickers moniker
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Og as ay
are at gammelhore Norveegickers cod.
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(Chorus) A Norwegian camel old cod.
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He is, begod.
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Lift it,
Hosty, lift it, ye devil ye! up with the rann, the rhyming
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[rann!
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It was
during some fresh water garden pumping
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Or,
according to the Nursing
Mirror, while admiring the mon-
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[keys
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That our
heavyweight heathen Humpharey
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Made bold
a maid to woo
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(Chorus) Woohoo, what'll she doo!
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The
general lost her maidenloo!
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He ought
to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher,
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For to go
and shove himself that way on top of her.
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Begob,
he's the crux of the catalogue
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Of our antediluvial zoo,
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(Chorus) Messrs. Billing and Coo.
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Noah's larks, good as noo.
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He was
joulting by Wellinton's monument
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Our rotorious hippopopotamuns
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When some
bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus
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And he
caught his death of fusiliers,
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(Chorus) With his rent in his rears.
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Give him six years.
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'Tis sore
pity for his innocent poor children
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But look
out for his missus legitimate!
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When that
frew gets a grip of old Earwicker
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Won't
there be earwigs on the green?
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(Chorus) Big earwigs on the green,
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The largest ever you seen.
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Suffoclose! Shikespower! Seudodanto! Anonymoses!
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Then
we'll have a free trade Gaels' band and mass meeting
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For to
sod the brave son of Scandiknavery.
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And we'll
bury him down in Oxmanstown
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Along
with the devil and Danes,
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(Chorus) With the deaf and dumb Danes,
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And all their remains.
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And not
all the king's men nor his horses
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Will resurrect his corpus
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For
there's no true spell in
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(bis) That's able to raise a Cain.
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