poaching on! Shake it up, do, do! That's a good old son of a ditch! I
promise I'll make it worth your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet with
a goodfor. Spey me pruth and I'll tale you true.
Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne aringarouma she pattered and swung
and sidled, dribbling her boulder through narrowa mosses, the diliskydrear
on our drier side and the vilde vetchvine agin us, curara here, careero
there, not knowing which medway or weser to strike it, edereider, making
chattahoochee all to her ain chichiu, like Santa Claus at the cree of the
pale and puny, nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her arms encircling
Isolabella, then running with reconciled Romas and Reims, on like a lech to
be off like a dart, then bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with spittle, with a
Christmas box apiece for aisch and iveryone of her childer, the birthday
gifts they dreamt they gabe her, the spoiled she fleetly laid at our door!
On the matt, by the pourch and inunder the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to
see, the glashaboys, the pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre.
And they all about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime of
their slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the Smyly boys
at their vicereine's levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo Anna, high
life! Sing us a sula, O, susuria! Ausone sidulcis! Hasn't she tambre!
Chipping her and raising a bit of a chir or a jary every dive she'd neb in
her culdee sacco of wabbash she raabed and reach out her maundy
meerschaundize, poor souvenir as per ricorder and all for sore aringarung,
stinkers and heelers, laggards and primelads, her furzeborn sons and
dribblederry daughters, a thousand and one of them, and wickerpotluck for
each of them. For evil and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's bann and a
barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee; a cartridge of cockaleekie soup for
Chummy the Guardsman; for sulky Pender's acid nephew delto d drops,
curiously strong; a cough and a rattle and wildrose cheeks for poor
Piccolina Petite MacFarlane; a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and
blankets and shins between them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn Mmarriage;
a brazen nose and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a papar flag of the
saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff for Pudge Craig and a
nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigby; waterleg and gumboots each for
Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan; a prodigal heart and fatted calves for
Buck Jones, the pride of Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim
for Val from Skibereen; a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Ballyclee
jackeen; a seasick trip on a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan; a louse
and trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy Mackenzie; a hairclip and
clackdish for Penceless Peter; that twelve sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a
drowned doll, to face downwards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls
for Blanchisse's bed; Wildairs' breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue
Dot a big eye; to Sam Dash a false step; snakes in clover, picked and
scotched, and a vaticanned viper catcher's visa for Patsy Presbys; a reiz
every morning for Standfast Dick and a drop every minute for Stumblestone
Davy; scruboak beads for beatified Biddy; two appletweed stools for Eva
Mobbely; for Saara Philpot a jordan vale tearorne; a pretty box of
Pettyfib's Powder for Eileen Aruna to whiten her teeth and outflash Helen
Arhone; a whippingtop for Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman's
Lane a penny wise for her foolish pitcher; a putty shovel for Terry the
Puckaun; an apotamus mask for Promoter Dunne; a niester egg with a
twicedated shell and a dynamight right for Pavl the Curate; a collera
morbous for Mann in the Cloack; a starr and girton for Draper and Deane; for
Will-of-the-Wisp and Barny-the-Bark two mangolds noble to sweeden their
bitters; for Oliver Bound a way in his frey; for Seumas, thought little, a
crown he feels big; a tibertine's pile with a Congoswood cross on the back
for Sunny Twimjim; a praises be and spare me days for Brian-the Bravo;
penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona Lena Magdalena; for
Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla, Mamilla, a bucket, a packet, a book and a
pillow; for Nancy Shannon a Tuami brooch; for Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a
cooling douche and a warmingpan; a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher;
a hairpin slatepencil for Elsie Oram to scratch her toby, doing her best
with her volgar fractions; an old age pension for Betty Bellezza; a bag of
the blues for Funny Fitz; a Missa pro Messa for Taff de Taff; Jill, the
spoon of a girl, for Jack, the broth of a boy; a Rogerson Crusoe's Friday
fast for Caducus Angelus Rubiconstein; three hundred and sixtysix poplin
tyne for revery warp in the weaver's woof for Victor Hugonot; a stiff
steaded rake and good varians muck for Kate the Cleaner; a hole in the
ballad for Hosty; two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten on
the pop for the daulphins born with five spoiled squibs for Infanta; a
letter to last a lifetime for Maggi beyond by the ashpit; the heftiest
frozenmeat woman from Lusk to Livienbad for Felim the Ferry; spas and
speranza and symposium's syrup for decayed and blind and gouty Gough; a
change of naves and joys of ills for Armoricus Tristram Amoor Saint
Lawrence; a guillotine shirt for Reuben Redbreast and hempen suspendeats for
Brennan on the Moor; an oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and musquodoboits for
Great Tropical Scott; a C3 peduncle for Karmalite Kane; a sunless map of the
month, including the sword and stamps, for Shemus O'Shaun the Post; a jackal
with hide for Browne but Nolan; a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance; all
lock and no stable for Honorbright Merreytrickx; a big drum for Billy
Dunboyne; a guilty goldeny bellows, below me blow me,for Ida Ida and a
hushaby rocker,Elletrouvetout,for Who-issilvier -- Where-is-he?; whatever
you like to swilly to swash, Yuinness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for
Festus King and Roaring Peter and Frisky Shorty and Treacle Tom and O. B.
Behan and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran and O'Delawarr
Rossa and Nerone MacPacem and whoever you chance to meet knocking around;
and a pig's bladder balloon for Selina Susquehanna Stakelum. But what did
she give to Pruda Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and Briery Brosna
and Teasy Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Maassy and Zusan Camac and
Melissa Bradogue and Flora Ferns and Fauna Fox-Goodman and Grettna Greaney
and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan
with Simpatica Sohan and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La Mesme and Philomena
O'Farrell and Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and Snakeshead Lily and
Fountainoy Laura and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy Frances de Sales Macleay? She
gave them ilcka madre's daughter a moonflower and a bloodvein: but the
grapes that ripe before reason to them that devide the vinedress. So on
Izzy, her shamemaid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight,
life past befoul his prime.
My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's dusind with tithe tillies to
boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub ! And Hibernonian market! All
that and more under one crinoline envelope if you dare to break the
porkbarrel seal. No wonder they'd run from her pison plague. Throw us your
hudson soap for the honour of Clane! The wee taste the water left. I'll raft
it back, first thing in the marne. Merced mulde! Ay, and don't forget the
reckitts I lohaned you. You've all the swirls your side of the current.
Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Who said you're to blame for that if
you have? You're a bit on the sharp side. I'm on the wide. Only snuffers'
cornets drifts my way that the cracka dvine chucks out of his cassock, with
her estheryear's marsh narcissus to make him recant his vanitty fair. Foul
strips of his chinook's bible I do be reading, dodwell disgustered but
chickled with chuckles at the tittles is drawn on the tattlepage. Senior ga
dito: Faciasi Omo! E omo fu fo. Ho! Ho! Senior ga dito: Faciasi Hidamo!
Hidamo se ga facess.... Ha! Ha! And Die Windermere Dichter and Lefanu
(Sheridan's) old House by the Coachyard and Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on
the Floss. Ja, a swamp for Altmuehler and a stone for his flossies ! I know
how racy they move his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda
like that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it? Lying
beside the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost it! Aimihi! With
that turbary water who could see? So near and yet so far! But O, gihon! I
lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure and moravar again. Regn onder river.
Flies do your float. Thick is the life for mere.
Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling
has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look, look, the dusk is
growing! My branches lofty are taking root. And my cold cher's gone ashley.
Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye
or erewone last saw Waterhouse's clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum
sigh. When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach! I'd want
to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! There's the Belle for Sexaloitez! And
Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew!
Godavari, vert the showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them
here now? Ay, we will. Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread mine on
mine. Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went is
rising. I'll lay a few stones on the hostel sheets. A man and his bride
embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them only. And
I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The strollers will pass it
by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to the fire and this for the
code, the convent napkins,twelve, one baby's shawl. Good mother Jossiph
knows, she said. Whose head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Wharnow are alle her
childer, say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them
farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some here, more no more, more again lost
alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch of the Shannons was married
into a family in Spain. And all the Dunders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland
beyond Brendan's herring pool takes number nine in yangsee's hats. And one
of Biddy's beads went bobbing till she rounded up lost histereve with a
marigold and a cobbler's candle in a side strain of a main drain of a
manzinahurries off Bachelor's Walk. But all that's left to the last of the
Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and between is one kneebuckle and
two hooks in the front. Do you tell me. that now? I do in troth. Orara por
Orbe and poor Las Animas! Ussa, Ulla, we're umbas all! Mezha, didn't you
hear it a deluge of times, ufer and ufer, respund to spond? You deed, you
deed! I need, I need! It's that irrawaddyng I've stoke in my aars. It all
but husheth the lethest zswound. Oronoko ! What's your trouble? Is that the
great Finnleader himself in his joakimono on his statue riding the high hone
there forehengist? Father of Otters, it is himself! Yonne there! Isset that?
On Fallareen Common? You're thinking of Astley's Amphitheayter where the
bobby restrained you making sugarstuck pouts to the ghostwhite horse of the
Peppers. Throw the cobwebs from your eyes, woman, and spread your washing
proper! It's well I know your sort of slop. Flap! Ireland sober is Ireland
stiff Lord help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is with me! Your
prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut! Were you lifting your elbow, tell us,
glazy cheeks, in Conway's Carrigacurra canteen? Was I what, hobbledyhips?
Flop! Your rere gait's creakorheuman bitts your butts disagrees. Amn't I up
since the damp tawn, marthared mary allacook, with Corrigan's pulse and
varicoarse veins, my pramaxle smashed, Alice Jane in decline and my oneeyed
mongrel twice run over, soaking and bleaching boiler rags, and sweating
cold, a widow like me, for to deck my tennis champion son, the laundryman
with the lavandier flannels? You won your limpopo limp fron the husky
hussars when Collars and Cuffs was heir to the town and your slur gave the
stink to Carlow. Holy Scamander, I sar it again! Near the golden falls. Icis
on us! Seints of light! Zezere! Subdue your noise, you hamble creature! What
is it but a blackburry growth or the dwyergray ass them four old codgers
owns. Are you meanam Tarpey and Lyons and Gregory? I meyne now, thank all,
the four of them, and the roar of them, that draves that stray in the mist
and old Johnny MacDougal along with them. Is that the Poolbeg flasher
beyant, pharphar, or a fireboat coasting nyar the Kishtna or a glow I behold
within a hedge or my Garry come back from the Indes? Wait till the honeying
of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye.
We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour
you'll find. My chart shines high where the blue milk's upset.
Forgivemequick, I'm going! Bubye! And you, pluck your watch, forgetmenot.
Your evenlode. So save to jurna's end! My sights are swimming thicker on me
by the shadows to this place. I sow home slowly now by own way, moyvalley
way. Towy I too, rathmine.
Ah, but she was the queer old skeowsha anyhow, Anna Livia, trinkettoes!
And sure he was the quare old buntz too, Dear Dirty Dumpling, foostherfather
of fingalls and dotthergills. Gammer and gaffer we're all their gangsters.
Hadn't he seven dams to wive him? And every dam had her seven crutches. And
every crutch had its seven hues. And each hue had a differing cry. Sudds for
me and supper for you and the doctor's bill for Joe John. Befor! Bifur! He
married his markets, cheap by foul, I know, like any Etrurian Catholic
Heathen, in their pinky limony creamy birnies and their turkiss indienne
mauves. But at milkidmass who was the spouse? Then all that was was fair.
Tys Elvenland ! Teems of times and happy returns. The seim anew. Ordovico or
viricordo. Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made
southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in person? Latin me
that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed into oure eryan! Hircus
Civis Eblanensis! He had buckgoat paps on him, soft ones for orphans. Ho,
Lord ! Twins of his bosom. Lord save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His
tittering daughters of. Whawk?
Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering
bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone?
Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us
! My foos won't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or
Shem? All Livia's daughtersons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head
halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were
Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me,
tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering
waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!
promise I'll make it worth your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet with
a goodfor. Spey me pruth and I'll tale you true.
Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne aringarouma she pattered and swung
and sidled, dribbling her boulder through narrowa mosses, the diliskydrear
on our drier side and the vilde vetchvine agin us, curara here, careero
there, not knowing which medway or weser to strike it, edereider, making
chattahoochee all to her ain chichiu, like Santa Claus at the cree of the
pale and puny, nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her arms encircling
Isolabella, then running with reconciled Romas and Reims, on like a lech to
be off like a dart, then bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with spittle, with a
Christmas box apiece for aisch and iveryone of her childer, the birthday
gifts they dreamt they gabe her, the spoiled she fleetly laid at our door!
On the matt, by the pourch and inunder the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to
see, the glashaboys, the pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre.
And they all about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime of
their slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the Smyly boys
at their vicereine's levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo Anna, high
life! Sing us a sula, O, susuria! Ausone sidulcis! Hasn't she tambre!
Chipping her and raising a bit of a chir or a jary every dive she'd neb in
her culdee sacco of wabbash she raabed and reach out her maundy
meerschaundize, poor souvenir as per ricorder and all for sore aringarung,
stinkers and heelers, laggards and primelads, her furzeborn sons and
dribblederry daughters, a thousand and one of them, and wickerpotluck for
each of them. For evil and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's bann and a
barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee; a cartridge of cockaleekie soup for
Chummy the Guardsman; for sulky Pender's acid nephew delto d drops,
curiously strong; a cough and a rattle and wildrose cheeks for poor
Piccolina Petite MacFarlane; a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and
blankets and shins between them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn Mmarriage;
a brazen nose and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a papar flag of the
saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff for Pudge Craig and a
nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigby; waterleg and gumboots each for
Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan; a prodigal heart and fatted calves for
Buck Jones, the pride of Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim
for Val from Skibereen; a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Ballyclee
jackeen; a seasick trip on a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan; a louse
and trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy Mackenzie; a hairclip and
clackdish for Penceless Peter; that twelve sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a
drowned doll, to face downwards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls
for Blanchisse's bed; Wildairs' breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue
Dot a big eye; to Sam Dash a false step; snakes in clover, picked and
scotched, and a vaticanned viper catcher's visa for Patsy Presbys; a reiz
every morning for Standfast Dick and a drop every minute for Stumblestone
Davy; scruboak beads for beatified Biddy; two appletweed stools for Eva
Mobbely; for Saara Philpot a jordan vale tearorne; a pretty box of
Pettyfib's Powder for Eileen Aruna to whiten her teeth and outflash Helen
Arhone; a whippingtop for Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman's
Lane a penny wise for her foolish pitcher; a putty shovel for Terry the
Puckaun; an apotamus mask for Promoter Dunne; a niester egg with a
twicedated shell and a dynamight right for Pavl the Curate; a collera
morbous for Mann in the Cloack; a starr and girton for Draper and Deane; for
Will-of-the-Wisp and Barny-the-Bark two mangolds noble to sweeden their
bitters; for Oliver Bound a way in his frey; for Seumas, thought little, a
crown he feels big; a tibertine's pile with a Congoswood cross on the back
for Sunny Twimjim; a praises be and spare me days for Brian-the Bravo;
penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona Lena Magdalena; for
Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla, Mamilla, a bucket, a packet, a book and a
pillow; for Nancy Shannon a Tuami brooch; for Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a
cooling douche and a warmingpan; a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher;
a hairpin slatepencil for Elsie Oram to scratch her toby, doing her best
with her volgar fractions; an old age pension for Betty Bellezza; a bag of
the blues for Funny Fitz; a Missa pro Messa for Taff de Taff; Jill, the
spoon of a girl, for Jack, the broth of a boy; a Rogerson Crusoe's Friday
fast for Caducus Angelus Rubiconstein; three hundred and sixtysix poplin
tyne for revery warp in the weaver's woof for Victor Hugonot; a stiff
steaded rake and good varians muck for Kate the Cleaner; a hole in the
ballad for Hosty; two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten on
the pop for the daulphins born with five spoiled squibs for Infanta; a
letter to last a lifetime for Maggi beyond by the ashpit; the heftiest
frozenmeat woman from Lusk to Livienbad for Felim the Ferry; spas and
speranza and symposium's syrup for decayed and blind and gouty Gough; a
change of naves and joys of ills for Armoricus Tristram Amoor Saint
Lawrence; a guillotine shirt for Reuben Redbreast and hempen suspendeats for
Brennan on the Moor; an oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and musquodoboits for
Great Tropical Scott; a C3 peduncle for Karmalite Kane; a sunless map of the
month, including the sword and stamps, for Shemus O'Shaun the Post; a jackal
with hide for Browne but Nolan; a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance; all
lock and no stable for Honorbright Merreytrickx; a big drum for Billy
Dunboyne; a guilty goldeny bellows, below me blow me,for Ida Ida and a
hushaby rocker,Elletrouvetout,for Who-issilvier -- Where-is-he?; whatever
you like to swilly to swash, Yuinness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for
Festus King and Roaring Peter and Frisky Shorty and Treacle Tom and O. B.
Behan and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran and O'Delawarr
Rossa and Nerone MacPacem and whoever you chance to meet knocking around;
and a pig's bladder balloon for Selina Susquehanna Stakelum. But what did
she give to Pruda Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and Briery Brosna
and Teasy Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Maassy and Zusan Camac and
Melissa Bradogue and Flora Ferns and Fauna Fox-Goodman and Grettna Greaney
and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan
with Simpatica Sohan and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La Mesme and Philomena
O'Farrell and Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and Snakeshead Lily and
Fountainoy Laura and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy Frances de Sales Macleay? She
gave them ilcka madre's daughter a moonflower and a bloodvein: but the
grapes that ripe before reason to them that devide the vinedress. So on
Izzy, her shamemaid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight,
life past befoul his prime.
My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's dusind with tithe tillies to
boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub ! And Hibernonian market! All
that and more under one crinoline envelope if you dare to break the
porkbarrel seal. No wonder they'd run from her pison plague. Throw us your
hudson soap for the honour of Clane! The wee taste the water left. I'll raft
it back, first thing in the marne. Merced mulde! Ay, and don't forget the
reckitts I lohaned you. You've all the swirls your side of the current.
Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Who said you're to blame for that if
you have? You're a bit on the sharp side. I'm on the wide. Only snuffers'
cornets drifts my way that the cracka dvine chucks out of his cassock, with
her estheryear's marsh narcissus to make him recant his vanitty fair. Foul
strips of his chinook's bible I do be reading, dodwell disgustered but
chickled with chuckles at the tittles is drawn on the tattlepage. Senior ga
dito: Faciasi Omo! E omo fu fo. Ho! Ho! Senior ga dito: Faciasi Hidamo!
Hidamo se ga facess.... Ha! Ha! And Die Windermere Dichter and Lefanu
(Sheridan's) old House by the Coachyard and Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on
the Floss. Ja, a swamp for Altmuehler and a stone for his flossies ! I know
how racy they move his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda
like that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it? Lying
beside the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost it! Aimihi! With
that turbary water who could see? So near and yet so far! But O, gihon! I
lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure and moravar again. Regn onder river.
Flies do your float. Thick is the life for mere.
Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling
has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look, look, the dusk is
growing! My branches lofty are taking root. And my cold cher's gone ashley.
Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye
or erewone last saw Waterhouse's clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum
sigh. When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach! I'd want
to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! There's the Belle for Sexaloitez! And
Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew!
Godavari, vert the showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them
here now? Ay, we will. Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread mine on
mine. Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went is
rising. I'll lay a few stones on the hostel sheets. A man and his bride
embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them only. And
I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The strollers will pass it
by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to the fire and this for the
code, the convent napkins,twelve, one baby's shawl. Good mother Jossiph
knows, she said. Whose head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Wharnow are alle her
childer, say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them
farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some here, more no more, more again lost
alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch of the Shannons was married
into a family in Spain. And all the Dunders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland
beyond Brendan's herring pool takes number nine in yangsee's hats. And one
of Biddy's beads went bobbing till she rounded up lost histereve with a
marigold and a cobbler's candle in a side strain of a main drain of a
manzinahurries off Bachelor's Walk. But all that's left to the last of the
Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and between is one kneebuckle and
two hooks in the front. Do you tell me. that now? I do in troth. Orara por
Orbe and poor Las Animas! Ussa, Ulla, we're umbas all! Mezha, didn't you
hear it a deluge of times, ufer and ufer, respund to spond? You deed, you
deed! I need, I need! It's that irrawaddyng I've stoke in my aars. It all
but husheth the lethest zswound. Oronoko ! What's your trouble? Is that the
great Finnleader himself in his joakimono on his statue riding the high hone
there forehengist? Father of Otters, it is himself! Yonne there! Isset that?
On Fallareen Common? You're thinking of Astley's Amphitheayter where the
bobby restrained you making sugarstuck pouts to the ghostwhite horse of the
Peppers. Throw the cobwebs from your eyes, woman, and spread your washing
proper! It's well I know your sort of slop. Flap! Ireland sober is Ireland
stiff Lord help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is with me! Your
prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut! Were you lifting your elbow, tell us,
glazy cheeks, in Conway's Carrigacurra canteen? Was I what, hobbledyhips?
Flop! Your rere gait's creakorheuman bitts your butts disagrees. Amn't I up
since the damp tawn, marthared mary allacook, with Corrigan's pulse and
varicoarse veins, my pramaxle smashed, Alice Jane in decline and my oneeyed
mongrel twice run over, soaking and bleaching boiler rags, and sweating
cold, a widow like me, for to deck my tennis champion son, the laundryman
with the lavandier flannels? You won your limpopo limp fron the husky
hussars when Collars and Cuffs was heir to the town and your slur gave the
stink to Carlow. Holy Scamander, I sar it again! Near the golden falls. Icis
on us! Seints of light! Zezere! Subdue your noise, you hamble creature! What
is it but a blackburry growth or the dwyergray ass them four old codgers
owns. Are you meanam Tarpey and Lyons and Gregory? I meyne now, thank all,
the four of them, and the roar of them, that draves that stray in the mist
and old Johnny MacDougal along with them. Is that the Poolbeg flasher
beyant, pharphar, or a fireboat coasting nyar the Kishtna or a glow I behold
within a hedge or my Garry come back from the Indes? Wait till the honeying
of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye.
We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour
you'll find. My chart shines high where the blue milk's upset.
Forgivemequick, I'm going! Bubye! And you, pluck your watch, forgetmenot.
Your evenlode. So save to jurna's end! My sights are swimming thicker on me
by the shadows to this place. I sow home slowly now by own way, moyvalley
way. Towy I too, rathmine.
Ah, but she was the queer old skeowsha anyhow, Anna Livia, trinkettoes!
And sure he was the quare old buntz too, Dear Dirty Dumpling, foostherfather
of fingalls and dotthergills. Gammer and gaffer we're all their gangsters.
Hadn't he seven dams to wive him? And every dam had her seven crutches. And
every crutch had its seven hues. And each hue had a differing cry. Sudds for
me and supper for you and the doctor's bill for Joe John. Befor! Bifur! He
married his markets, cheap by foul, I know, like any Etrurian Catholic
Heathen, in their pinky limony creamy birnies and their turkiss indienne
mauves. But at milkidmass who was the spouse? Then all that was was fair.
Tys Elvenland ! Teems of times and happy returns. The seim anew. Ordovico or
viricordo. Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made
southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in person? Latin me
that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed into oure eryan! Hircus
Civis Eblanensis! He had buckgoat paps on him, soft ones for orphans. Ho,
Lord ! Twins of his bosom. Lord save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His
tittering daughters of. Whawk?
Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering
bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone?
Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us
! My foos won't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or
Shem? All Livia's daughtersons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head
halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were
Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! Tell me, tell me,
tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering
waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!