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<table  style="border-spacing: 20px 0"> <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>read we in [[must book]]. It tells. [[He prophets most who bilks the best|He prophets]]</TD> <TD></TD> </TR>
 
<table  style="border-spacing: 20px 0"> <TR> <TD></TD> <TD>read we in [[must book]]. It tells. [[He prophets most who bilks the best|He prophets]]</TD> <TD></TD> </TR>
 
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>[[He prophets most who bilks the best|most who bilks the best]].</TD> <TD></TD> </TR>
 
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>[[He prophets most who bilks the best|most who bilks the best]].</TD> <TD></TD> </TR>
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>&nbsp; &nbsp; And that [[salubrated]] [[sickenagiaour]] of yaours</TD> <TD>          COME SI      </TD>      </TR>
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<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>&nbsp; &nbsp; And that [[salubrated]] [[sickenagiaour]] of yaours</TD> <TD>          [[COME SI COMPITA|COME SI]]     </TD>      </TR>
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>have teaspilled all my hazeydency. Forge away,</TD> <TD>          COMPITA</TD> </TR>
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<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>have teaspilled all my hazeydency. Forge away,</TD> <TD>          [[COME SI COMPITA|COMPITA]]</TD> </TR>
 
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp. Bleating Goad, it is</TD> <TD>          CUNCTITI-      </TD> </TR>
 
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp. Bleating Goad, it is</TD> <TD>          CUNCTITI-      </TD> </TR>
 
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>the least of things, [[Eyeinstye!]] Imagine it, my</TD> <TD>TITILATIO?</TD> </TR>
 
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD>the least of things, [[Eyeinstye!]] Imagine it, my</TD> <TD>TITILATIO?</TD> </TR>

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read we in must book. It tells. He prophets
most who bilks the best.
    And that salubrated sickenagiaour of yaours COME SI
have teaspilled all my hazeydency. Forge away, COMPITA
Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp. Bleating Goad, it is CUNCTITI-
the least of things, Eyeinstye! Imagine it, my TITILATIO?
deep dartry dullard! It is hours giving, not CONKERY
more. I'm only out for celebridging over the CUNK,
guilt of the gap in your hiscitendency. You are THIGH-
a hundred thousand times welcome, old wort- THIGHT-
sampler, hellbeit you're just about as culpable TICKELLY-
The Twofold as my woolfell merger would be. In effect I THIGH, LIG-
Truth and the could engage in an energument over you till GERILAG,
Conjunctive Ap- you were republicly royally toobally prussic TITTERITOT,
petites of Oppo-         blue in the shirt after. 1 Trionfante di bestia! And             LEG IN A TEE,      
sitional Orexes. if you're not your bloater's kipper may I never LUG IN A
curse again on that pint I took of Jamesons. LAW, TWO
Old Keane now, you're rod, hook and sinker, AT A TIE,
old jubalee Keane! Biddy's hair. Biddy's hair, THREE ON A
mine lubber. Where is that Quin but he sknows THRICKY
it knot but what you that are my popular end- TILL OHIO
phthisis were born with a solver arm up your OHIO
Trishagion. sleep. Thou in shanty ! Thou in scanty shanty ! ! IOIOMISS.
Thou in slanty scanty shanty! ! ! Bide in your
hush! Bide in your hush, do! The law does
not aloud you to shout. I plant my penstock
in your postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be
to all remembrance. Vale. Ovocation of maid-
ing waters. 2 For auld lang salvy steyne. I
defend you to champ my scullion's praises.
To book alone belongs the lobe. Foremaster's
meed 3 will mark tomorrow, when we are
making pilscrummage to whaboggeryin with
            1 From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice.
            2 Not Kilty. But the manajar was. He! He! Ho! Ho! Ho!
            3 Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory M Gusty.