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[1:1 3.13] peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
[1:1 6.22] Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is
[1:1 9.17] footing the camp for the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he's
[1:1 10.27] the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! It's a candlelittle houthse of a month
[1:1 11.13] there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh,
[1:1 18.6] may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle,
[1:1 20.36] Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle
[1:1 25.23] spicer of them all. Begog but he was, the G.O.G! He's
[1:1 27.24] may God strengthen you! It's our warm spirits, boys, he's
[1:1 28.1] seen your missus in the hall. Like the queenoveire. Arrah, it's
[1:1 28.9] decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's allavalonche that
[1:1 29.6] humphing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a
[1:2 44.14] parse him Persse O'Reilly else he's called no name at all.
[1:2 44.16] for he's the mann to rhyme the rann, the rann, the rann, the king
[1:2 44.19] It's cumming, it's brumming! The clip, the clop! (All cla) Glass
[1:2 45.9] Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
[1:2 47.3] Begob, he's the crux of the catalogue
[1:3 50.35] there's nix to nothing we can do for he's never again to sea. It
[1:3 61.12] home to Jelsey but ended with: He's got the sack that helped him
[1:3 65.12] nice, missymackenzies! For dear old grumpapar, he's gone on
[1:3 65.19] drars while grumpapar he's trying to hitch his braces on to his
[1:3 65.20] trars. But old grum he's not so clean dippy between sweet you
[1:3 65.25] downright fond of his number one but O he's fair mashed on
[1:3 65.27] chivee chivoo, all three would feel genuinely happy, it's as simple
[1:3 66.12] strange fate (Fierceendgiddyex he's hight, d.e., the losel that
[1:3 71.18] Pantojoke, Acoustic Disturbance, Thinks He's Gobblasst the Good
[1:3 71.30] out of Burke's, He's None of Me Causin, Barebarean, Peculiar
[1:3 71.32] Lycanthrope, Flunkey Beadle Vamps the Tune Letting on He's
[1:4 81.10] rainyhidden, you're rhinohide. And if he's not a Romeo you may
[1:4 82.36] being Yuletide or Yuddanfest and as it's mad nuts, son, for you
[1:4 83.1] when it's hatter's hares, mon, for me, to advance you something
[1:5 105.6] Stairs, The Following Fork, He's my O'Jerusalem and I'm his
[1:5 105.15] Da's a Daisy so Guimea your Handsel too, What Barbaras Done
[1:5 105.30] Waherlow, Fathe He's Sukceded to My Esperations, Thee Steps
[1:5 106.2] O'Donogh, White Donogh, He's Hue to Me Cry, I'm the Stitch
[1:5 107.34] disappointments, down the long lane of (it's as semper as oxhousehumper!
[1:5 117.7] like he's gruen quhiskers on who's chin again, she plucketed them
[1:6 127.32] he's ernst but misses mausey when he's lustyg; walked as far as
[1:6 128.2] herit and though he's mildewstaned he's mouldystoned; is a
[1:6 129.21] and more limn him Rockyfellow; shows he's fly to both
[1:6 131.35] a footsey kungoloo around Taishantyland; he's as globeful as a
[1:6 133.18] of copyhold; is aldays open for polemypolity's sake when he's not
[1:6 133.23] master gardiner; to one he's just paunch and judex, to another
[1:6 133.33] mars a mother by invention; beskilk his gunwale and he's the
[1:6 133.34] second imperial, untie points, unhook tenters and he's lath and
[1:6 136.24] breach of all size; with Pa's new heft and Papa's new helve he's
[1:6 136.33] pub; his headwood it's ideal if his feet are bally clay; he crashed
[1:6 138.14] buckeley; kicks lintils when he's cuppy and casts Jacob's arroroots,
[1:6 138.18] face and slaps himself when he's badend; owns the bulgiest
[1:6 138.30] pudding when he's come whome sweetwhome; has come through all
[1:6 139.7] new; squats aquart and cracks aquaint when it's flaggin in town
[1:6 139.10] when he's waked; is Timb to the pearly mom and Tomb to the
[1:6 139.23] he's plane she's purty, if he's fane, she's flirty, with her auburnt
[1:6 145.32] out Brimstoker and give him the thrall of our lives. It's Dracula's
[1:6 146.5] modesty coatmawther! It's only because the rison is I'm only any
[1:6 146.23] won't be long for he's so loopy on me and I'm so leapy like
[1:6 147.2] audience. I have been lost, angel. Cuddle, ye divil ye! It's our
[1:6 148.7] lips, love, be careful! Mind my duvetyne dress above all! It's
[1:6 148.18] exsystems with your nieu nivulon lead. It's only another queer
[1:6 150.9] form was trying his seesers, Dr's Het Ubeleeft, borrowed the
[1:6 150.13] whorl! (Talis and Talis originally mean the same thing, hit it's:
[1:6 151.33] Bryllars, F.D., Ph. Dr's showings, the plea, if he pleads,
[1:6 159.30] baileycliaver though he's a nawful curillass and I must slav to
[1:6 193.8] gripins and it's fine for the solitary worm.
[1:6 193.17] a stigmy till I! It's secret! Iggri, I say, the booseleers! I had it
[1:6 193.26] anchor through the ages if I hope it's not true. That the host
[1:7 196.11] Fiendish park. He's an awful old reppe. Look at the shirt of him !
[1:7 198.20] at skol, you antiabecedarian? It's just the same as if I was to go
[1:7 201.17] Only for my short Brittas bed made's as snug as it smells it's
[1:7 201.36] loddon lodes! Heigh ho! But it's quite on the cards she'll shed
[1:7 206.15] It's too screaming to rizo, rabbit it all! Minneha, minnehi
[1:7 207.22] while it's hot. I wouldn't miss her for irthing on nerthe. Not for
[1:7 209.14] soorce. I aubette my bearb it's worth while poaching on! Shake
[1:7 213.23] Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went is
[1:7 213.26] only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The
[1:7 214.9] need, I need! It's that irrawaddyng I've stoke in my aars. It all
[1:7 214.17] your washing proper! It's well I know your sort of slop. Flap!
[2:8 225.17] some Knight's ploung jamn. It's driving her dafft like he's so
[2:8 225.33] her. To try up her pretti. But now it's so longed and so fared and
[2:8 226.8] symperise. If he's at anywhere she's therefor to join him. If it's to
[2:8 231.34] readyos! Why was that man for he's doin her wrong! Lookery
[2:8 231.35] looks, how he's knots in his entrails! Mookery mooks, it's a
[2:8 231.36] grippe of his gripes. Seekeryseeks, why his biting he's head off?
[2:8 232.1] Cokerycokes, it's his spurt of coal. And may his tarpitch dilute
[2:8 232.17] even, posted ere penned. He's your change, thinkyou methim.
[2:8 232.36] on her knee as her lucky for the Rio Grande. He's a pigtaiI tarr
[2:8 233.4] Goal! It's one by its length.
[2:8 233.6] bring to light! Though down to your dowerstrip he's bent to
[2:8 236.7] lissome hers. He's not going to Cork till Cantalamesse or
[2:8 236.30] begayment through the bedeafdom of po's taeorns, the obcecity
[2:8 236.31] of pa's teapucs, as lithe and limbfree limber as when momie
[2:8 238.11] bruise. For they are an AngŠle's garment. We will be constant
[2:8 239.2] original sinse we are only yearning as yet how to burgeon. It's
[2:8 239.9] ticements. It's game, ma chŠre, be offwith your shepherdress on!
[2:8 242.20] hear samhar tionnor falls some make one noise. It's his last lap,
[2:8 243.14] feed it's Hetman MacCumhal foots the funeral. Mealwhile she
[2:8 244.20] where's he? At house, to's pitty. With Nancy Hands.Tcheetchee!
[2:8 246.16] must have their final since he's on parole. Et la pau' Leonie has the
[2:8 247.32] He knows for he's seen it in black and white through his
[2:8 248.10] pout and it's out. Have you got me, Allysloper?
[2:8 249.3] be the grand old greeneyed lobster. He's my first viewmarc since
[2:8 249.18] it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated! And Sunny, my gander, he's
[2:8 251.27] Smacchiavelluti! Soot allours, he's sure to spot it! 'Twas ever so in
[2:8 252.27] you can't believe a word he's written in, not for pie, but one's
[2:8 254.24] will remember, the chances are, you won't;bit it's old Joe, the
[2:8 254.32] ashaker while as a murder of corpse when his magot's up he's
[2:9 262.29] the pubblicam he's turning tin for ten. From
[2:9 267.51] (*F5*)5 Only for he's fathering law I could skewer that old one and slosh her
[2:9 268.42] (*L10*)he's as daff as
[2:9 269.11] half of a yearn or sob. It's a wild's kitten, my
[2:9 270.47] (*F2*)2 He's just bug nuts on white mate he hasn't the teath nor the grits to
[2:9 272.6] warwhetswut and whowitswhy. 1 But it's tails for
[2:9 272.19] your hinnyhennyhindyou! It's haunted. The
[2:9 277.10] he's head on poll and Peter's burgess and Miss
[2:9 277.23] shuttle the pipers done. 6 Eric aboy! 7 And it's
[2:9 278.63] (*F7*)4 Heavenly twinges, if it's one of his I'll fearly feint as swoon as he
[2:9 279.26] (*F7*)it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it as
[2:9 279.69] (*F35*)is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it's the surplice money, oh my
[2:9 288.8] retelling humself by the math hour, long as he's brood reel of
[2:9 288.16] sails4 he converted it's nataves, name saints, young ordnands,
[2:9 288.33] 3 Because it's run on the mountain and river system.
[2:9 291.33] 3 It's all round me hat I'll wear a drooping dido.
[2:9 292.2] breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it's
[2:9 294.26] lavas and all.4 Bene! But, thunder and turf, it's
[2:9 296.16] of course, it's awful angelous. Still I don't feel
[2:9 296.17] it's so dangelous. Ay, I'm right here, Nickel,
[2:9 296.20] and arrahquinonthiance, it's the muddest thick
[2:9 298.47] (*L9*)periphery. It's
[2:9 304.6] say if it's the weight you strike me to the
[2:10 315.30] strandweys he's that fond sutchenson, a penincular fraimd of
[2:10 319.6] wryghtly, bully bluedomer, it's a suirsite's stircus haunting
[2:10 319.25] dealered, and he's wallowing awash swill of the Tarra water. And
[2:10 321.22] He cupped his years to catch me's to you in what's yours as
[2:10 322.4] was, lao yiu shao, he's like more look a novicer on the nevay).
[2:10 323.34] the wolf he's on the walk, sees his sham cram bokk!) their joke
[2:10 325.23] hompety domp as Paddley Mac Namara here he's a hardy canooter,
[2:10 327.14] hangs over her trickle bed, it's a piz of fortune if it never falls from
[2:10 327.20] lie of her landuage!), when it's summwer calding and she can hear
[2:10 331.3] cupplerts? He's herd of hoarding and her faiths is altared.
[2:10 331.7] takes the swooner they tumble two. He knows he's just thrilling
[2:10 332.26] fenians for whome he's forcecaused a bridge of the piers, at
[2:10 334.15] pair's cummal delimitator, odding: Oliver White, he's as tiff as
[2:10 334.33] from Finndlader's Yule to the day and it's Hey Tallaght Hoe on
[2:10 352.12] his aceupper. Thistake it's meest! And after meath the dulwich.
[2:10 354.29] his head and mees ates the seep of his traublers he's dancing
[2:10 359.11] down to a boneash bittstoff, he's, tink fors tank, the same old
[2:10 361.4] peatrick's he's reformed we'll pose him together a piece, a pace.
[2:10 363.15] suit? He's their mark to foil the flouter and they certainty
[2:10 370.11] (d) after it's so long till I thanked you about I do so much now
[2:10 371.21] The humming, it's coming. Insway onsway.
[2:10 374.23] Numah and it's soon you'll be Nomon. Hence counsels Ecclesiast.
[2:10 375.10] cents, two mills and two myrds. And it's all us rangers you'll be
[2:10 376.10] between his kknneess. Umpthump, Here Inkeeper, it's the
[2:10 376.34] for Croonacreena. Fisht! And it's not now saying how we are
[2:10 378.1] and ours. Fly your balloons, dannies and dennises! He's
[2:10 378.6] the truh. Arrorsure, he's the mannork of Arrahland
[2:10 378.17] He's alight there still, by Mike! Loose afore! Bung! Bring forth
[2:10 378.35] what May farther be unvuloped for you, old Mighty, when it's
[2:10 379.31] all sorts of adceterus and adsaturas. It's our last fight, Megantic,
[2:11 383.3] And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.
[2:11 390.28] knows milk though he's not used to it latterly. And so they parted.
[2:11 396.10] red hair and solid ivory (now you know it's true in your
[3:12 404.14] sure, he's lightseyes, the laddo! Blessed momence, O romence,
[3:12 404.15] he's growing to stay! Ay, he who so swayed a will of a wisp
[3:12 406.27] cheer us! Ever of thee, Anne Lynch,he's deeply draiming!
[3:12 408.18] leickname for he's the head and I'm an everdevoting fiend of his.
[3:12 409.1] Wouldndom! But, Gemini, he's looking frightfully thin! I heard
[3:12 410.9] and grizzild all over, till it's rusty October in this bleak forest
[3:12 411.10] depend never make face to a foe till he's rife and never get stuck
[3:12 415.31] for he is not on our social list. Nor to Ba's berial nether, thon
[3:12 422.17] mosselman's present! Ho's nos halfcousin of mine, pigdish! Nor wants
[3:12 423.19] You know he's peculiar, that eggschicker, with the smell of old
[3:12 423.27] whopping first time he prediseased me. He's weird, I tell you, and
[3:12 424.30] I have before said, only you missed my drift, for it's being
[3:12 426.17] Ally bully. Fu Li's gulpa. Mind you, now, that he was in the
[3:13 434.13] Erobinson sware it's an egg. Forglim mick aye! Stay, forestand and
[3:13 436.2] fingerpats on fondlepets, under the couvrefeu act. It's the thin
[3:13 436.36] and rouse commotion I'll be apt to flail that tail for you till it's
[3:13 437.19] It's more important than air -- I mean than eats -- air (Oop, I
[3:13 437.30] a vitch, who he's kommen from olt Pannonia on this porpoise
[3:13 438.2] (malbongusta, it's not the thing you know!) with the calfloving
[3:13 439.4] mind, it's you that will cocottch it! I'll tackle you to feel if you
[3:13 442.18] for that insister. He's a markt man from that hour. And why do
[3:13 444.7] It may all be topping fun but it's tip and run and touch and flow
[3:13 445.3] bush! See to it! Snip! It's up to you. I'll be hatsnatching harrier
[3:13 447.14] Streets. Luke at all the memmer manning he's dung for the pray
[3:13 448.31] a cure at Badanuweir (though where it's going to come from this
[3:13 450.27] is as cockful of funantics as it's tune to my fork. Naturale you
[3:13 453.18] it's my gala bene fit, robbing leaves out of my taletold book.
[3:13 454.28] well, fairy well! All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers
[3:13 455.5] in his latterday paint. It's the fulldress Toussaint's wakeswalks
[3:13 456.12] yon coat of the vairy furry best, I'll try and pullll it awn mee. It's in
[3:13 456.25] it's off yourll see me ryuoll on my usual rounds again to draw
[3:13 456.29] it's how I'll try and collect my extraprofessional postages owing
[3:13 457.3] name's not penitent Ferdinand! And it's daily and hourly I'll
[3:13 458.25] by pity bleu if it's good for my system, what exquisite buttons,
[3:13 459.25] bonhom. Pip pet. I shouldn't say he's pretty but I'm cocksure he's
[3:13 460.20] m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's
[3:13 461.11] atever! I was in the nerves but it's my last day. Always about
[3:13 462.20] stop tippling, he would be the unicorn of his kind. He's the
[3:13 463.1] blushing like Pat's pig, begob ! He's not too timtom well ashamed
[3:13 463.6] Porca, Lictor Magnaffica. He's the sneaking likeness of us, faith,
[3:13 463.12] unpeppeppediment. He has novel ideas I know and he's a jarry queer fish
[3:13 463.28] too, from livicking on pidgins' ifs with puffins' ands, he's been
[3:13 464.5] I foil, coppy! It's a pity he can't see it for I'm terribly nice about
[3:13 464.11] escapa sansa pagar! He's the spatton spit, so he is, scaly skin
[3:13 464.16] he's very thoughtful and sympatrico that way is Brother
[3:13 464.17] Intelligentius, when he's not absintheminded, with his Paris addresse!
[3:13 465.3] scandal in her bosky old delltangle. You don't reckoneyes him? He's
[3:13 465.26] crucifix. It's good for her bilabials, you understand. There's
[3:13 466.9] he's boiling with water I'll light your pyre. Turn about, skeezy
[3:13 466.16] her! Let him! What he's good for. Shuck her more! Let him
[3:13 466.21] priesty pagoda Rota ran. Uck! He's so sedulous to singe always
[3:13 467.12] won't. He's shoy. Those worthies, my old faher's onkel that
[3:13 467.17] chepps and lobscouse. But it's all deafman's duff to me,
[3:13 467.19] miracle. And I see by his diarrhio he's dropping the stammer
[3:13 469.11] the void world over. It's Winland for moyne, bickbuck!
[3:13 469.30] of his soapbox speech ending in'sheaven, twentyaid add one with
[3:14 477.3] -- He's giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived.
[3:14 477.9] -- Or he's rehearsing somewan's funeral.
[3:14 480.20] -- Hunkalus Childared Easterheld. It's his lost chance,
[3:14 487.1] your iberborealic imagination, when it's quicker than this
[3:14 487.32] backwords he's darkest horse in Capalisoot. You knew me once
[3:14 489.33] -- As you sing it it's a study. That letter selfpenned to one's
[3:14 490.5] ecolites and he's been failing of that kink in his arts over sense.
[3:14 490.30] -- I speak truly, it's a shower sign that it's not.
[3:14 494.8] -- It's you not me's in erupting, hecklar!
[3:14 494.16] got barley under her fluencies! The Ural Mount he's on the
[3:14 495.20] Finnyking he's so joyant a bounder. Plunk! said he. Inasmuch
[3:14 496.20] lucky puckers played at pooping tooletom. Ma's da. Da's ma.
[3:14 500.10] -- O, widows and orphans, it's the yeomen! Redshanks for
[3:14 513.23] his fiftytwo heirs of age! They may reel at his likes but it's Noeh
[3:14 525.30] cry before he's flayed. And his tear make newisland. Did a rise?
[3:14 527.8] grandpassia! He's gone on his bombashaw. Through geesing and so
[3:14 527.24] ethernal fire! It's meemly us two, meme idoll. Of course it was
[3:14 529.35] near North Great Denmark Street (incidentally, it's the most
[3:14 530.1] there Saturday first when it's halfprice naturals night to see the
[3:14 530.31] -- Wallpurgies ! And it's this's your deified city? Norganson?
[3:14 530.32] And it's we's to pray for Bigmesser's conversions? Call Kitty the
[3:14 530.34] improvable his wealth made possible! He's cookinghagar that rost
[3:14 534.6] -- It's the damp damp damp.
[3:14 550.4] -- He's not all buum and bully.
[3:14 563.16] tintingface. O, you do? And with steelwhite and blackmail I ha'scint
[3:14 565.34] to visit, it's safer to hit than miss it, stop at his inn ! The hammers
[3:14 565.35] are telling the cobbles, the pickts are hacking the saxums, it's
[3:14 566.1] blank! For it's race pound race the hosties rear all roads to ruin
[3:14 566.4] to break but it's bully to gulp good blueberry pudding. Doze
[3:14 569.24] he's a mellow old saoul when he swills with his fuddlers free!
[3:14 570.28] Forthink not me spill it's at always so guey. Here we shall do a
[3:14 577.36] Stop! Did a stir? No, is fast. On to bed! So he is. It's only the
[3:14 578.13] fuchser schouws daft as a fish! He's the dibble's own doges for
[3:14 578.15] He's rounding up on his family.
[3:14 582.35] mettrollops. Leary, leary, twentytun nearly, he's plotting kings down
[3:14 583.2] on her orbits, and the heave of his juniper arx in action, he's
[3:14 584.6] he's my pegger, he is, for bricking up all my old kent road.
[3:14 584.8] barrackybuller, to break his duck! He's posh. I lob him. We're
[3:14 587.14] loan to our allhallowed king, the pitchur that he's turned to
[3:14 588.29] loved Arrah Pogue it's all Killdoughall fair. Triss! Only trees
[4:15 595.9] please me your much as to. With her tup. It's a long long ray to
[4:15 595.21] Namantanai. Sure it's not revieng your? Amslu ! Good all so. We seem
[4:15 607.17] And it's high tigh tigh. Titley hi ti ti. That my dig pressed in
[4:15 610.32] Juva: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
[4:15 615.31] bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thinthin
[4:15 616.23] with he's heacups of teatables the oldfirm's fatspitters are most
[4:15 616.30] step after it's the power of the gait. His giantstand of
[4:15 620.9] no, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or somebrey erse from the Dark
[4:15 620.18] at all. Maybe it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the
[4:15 620.33] the slusky slut too. He's for thee what she's for me. Dogging you
[4:15 621.1] ing duties. Let besoms be bosuns. It's Phoenix, dear. And the
[4:15 621.10] Until it's the time. And me and you have made our. The sons of
[4:15 622.6] the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets ! It's like potting the
[4:15 623.18] I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. Plain fancies. It's in the
[4:15 623.20] anoof. We can take or leave. He's reading his ruffs. You'll know
[4:15 624.25] marashy. Sm! It's Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. I'm in
[4:15 625.14] progress. But it's by this route he'll come some morrow. And I
[4:15 625.31] the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. The brave that gave their.
[4:15 625.35] here and then it's gooder. So side by side, turn agate,
[4:15 626.32] do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As
[4:15 626.33] duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?
[4:15 627.11] It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain
[4:15 627.20] leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me
[4:15 627.36] Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's
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