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| − | them. Is that the [[Poolbeg flasher]] beyant, [[pharphar]], or a fireboat | + | them. Is that the [[Poolbeg flasher]] [[beyant]], [[pharphar]], or a fireboat |
| − | coasting nyar the [[Kishtna]] or a glow I behold within a hedge or | + | 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 | + | my Garry come back from the [[Indes?]] Wait till the [[honeying of the lune|honeying of]] |
| − | + | [[honeying of the lune|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 | + | 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|blue]] | seek if the hour you'll find. My chart shines high where the [[blue milk's|blue]] | ||
[[blue milk's|milk's]] upset. Forgivemequick, I'm going! [[Bubye!]] And you, | [[blue milk's|milk's]] upset. Forgivemequick, I'm going! [[Bubye!]] And you, | ||
| − | pluck your watch, forgetmenot. Your [[evenlode]]. So save to | + | pluck your watch, [[forgetmenot]]. Your [[evenlode]]. So [[save]] to |
[[jurna's end!]] My sights are swimming thicker on me by the sha- | [[jurna's end!]] My sights are swimming thicker on me by the sha- | ||
dows to this place. I [[sow]] home slowly now by own way, [[moyvalley|moy-]] | dows to this place. I [[sow]] home slowly now by own way, [[moyvalley|moy-]] | ||
[[moyvalley|valley]] way. [[Towy]] I too, [[rathmine]]. | [[moyvalley|valley]] way. [[Towy]] I too, [[rathmine]]. | ||
| − | Ah, but she was the queer old skeowsha anyhow, Anna Livia, | + | Ah, but she was the queer [[old]] [[skeowsha]] anyhow, Anna Livia, |
| − | trinkettoes! And sure he was the quare old buntz too, [[Dear Dirty Dumpling|Dear Dirty]] | + | trinkettoes! And sure he was the [[quare]] old [[buntz]] too, [[Dear Dirty Dumpling|Dear Dirty]] |
| − | [[Dear Dirty Dumpling|Dumpling]], foostherfather of [[fingalls]] and [[dotthergills]]. Gammer | + | [[Dear Dirty Dumpling|Dumpling]], [[foostherfather]] of [[fingalls]] and [[dotthergills]]. [[Gammer and gaffer|Gammer]] |
| − | and gaffer we're all their gangsters. Hadn't he seven dams to wive | + | [[Gammer and gaffer|and gaffer]] we're all their gangsters. [[Hadn't he seven dams to wive him?|Hadn't he seven dams to wive]] |
| − | him? And every dam had her seven crutches. And every crutch | + | [[Hadn't he seven dams to wive him?|him?]] And every dam had her seven crutches. And every crutch |
| − | had its seven hues. [[And each hue had a differing cry.]] Sudds for | + | 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! | 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 | + | [[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|pinky limony creamy birnies]] | + | [[Etrurian Catholic Heathen]], in their [[pinky limony creamy birnies and their turkiss indienne mauves|pinky limony creamy birnies]] |
| − | [[pinky limony creamy birnies and their turkiss indienne mauves|and their turkiss indienne mauves]]. But at milkidmass who was | + | [[pinky limony creamy birnies and their turkiss indienne mauves|and their turkiss indienne mauves]]. But at [[milkidmass]] who was |
| − | the spouse? Then all that was was fair. Tys Elvenland ! Teems of | + | the spouse? Then all that was was fair. [[Tys Elvenland !]] Teems of |
times and [[happy returns]]. [[The seim anew]]. [[Ordovico or viricordo]]. | times and [[happy returns]]. [[The seim anew]]. [[Ordovico or viricordo]]. | ||
| − | Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made | + | [[Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be]]. [[Northmen's thing]] made |
| − | southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in per- | + | southfolk's place but [[howmulty plurators]] made eachone in per- |
son? Latin me that, my [[trinity scholard]], out of [[eure]] [[sanscreed]] into | son? Latin me that, my [[trinity scholard]], out of [[eure]] [[sanscreed]] into | ||
| − | [[oure]] eryan! <I>Hircus Civis Eblanensis</I>! He had buckgoat paps on | + | [[oure]] [[eryan]]! <I>[[Hircus Civis Eblanensis]]</I>! He had [[buckgoat]] [[paps]] on |
him, soft ones for orphans. Ho, Lord ! [[Twins of his bosom]]. Lord | him, soft ones for orphans. Ho, Lord ! [[Twins of his bosom]]. Lord | ||
save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His tittering daugh- | save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His tittering daugh- | ||
ters of. Whawk? | ters of. Whawk? | ||
| − | Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flitter- | + | [[Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk|Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flitter-]] |
| − | ing bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? | + | [[Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk|ing bats, fieldmice bawk talk]]. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? |
What Thom Malone? Can't hear with [[bawk of bats]], all thim liffey- | What Thom Malone? Can't hear with [[bawk of bats]], all thim liffey- | ||
| − | ing waters of. Ho, talk save us ! [[My foos won't moos]]. I feel as old | + | ing 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 daughter- | as [[yonder elm]]. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughter- | ||
| − | sons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel | + | sons. [[Dark hawks hear us]]. Night! Night! [[My ho head halls]]. I feel |
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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 sha- dows to this place. I sow home slowly now by own way, moy- valley 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 per- son? 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 daugh- ters of. Whawk? Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flitter- ing bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffey- ing 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 daughter- sons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel
