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mud, as best they cud, on footback, owing to the leak of the
McCarthy's mare, in extended order, a tree's length from the
longest way out, down the switchbackward slidder of the land-
sown route of Hauburnea's liveliest vinnage on the brain, the
unimportant Parthalonians with the mouldy Firbolgs and the
Tuatha de Danaan googs and the ramblers from Clane and all
the rest of the notmuchers that he did not care the royal spit out
of his ostensible mouth about, well, what do you think he did,
sir, but, faix, he just went heeltapping through the winespilth
and weevily popcorks that were kneedeep round his own right
royal round rollicking toper's table, with his old Roderick Ran-
dom pullon hat at a Lanty Leary cant on him and Mike Brady's
shirt and Greene's linnet collarbow and his Ghenter's gaunts and
his Macclefield's swash and his readymade Reillys and his pan-
prestuberian poncho, the body you'd pity him, the way the world
is, poor he, the heart of Midleinster and the supereminent lord of
them all, overwhelmed as he was with black ruin like a sponge
out of water, allocutioning in bellcantos to his own oliverian
society MacGuiney's Dreans of Ergen Adams and thruming
through all to himself with diversed tonguesed through his old
tears and his ould plaised drawl, starkened by the most regal of
belches, like a blurney Cashelmagh crooner that lerking Clare
air, the blackberd's ballad I've a terrible errible lot todue todie
todue tootorribleday, well, what did he go and do at all, His Most
Exuberant Majesty King Roderick O'Conor but, arrah bedamnbut,
he finalised by lowering his woolly throat with the wonderful
midnight thirst was on him, as keen as mustard, he could not tell
what he did ale, that bothered he was from head to tail, and,
wishawishawish, leave it, what the Irish, boys, can do, if he did'nt
go, sliggymaglooral reemyround and suck up, sure enough, like
a Trojan, in some particular cases with the assistance of his vene-
rated tongue, whatever surplus rotgut, sorra much, was left by the
lazy lousers of maltknights and beerchurls in the different bot-
toms of the various different replenquished drinking utensils left
there behind them on the premisses by that whole hogsheaded
firkin family, the departed honourable homegoers and other sly-