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Hiss! Which we had only our hazelight to see with, cert, in | Hiss! Which we had only our hazelight to see with, cert, in | ||
our point of view, me and my auxy, Jimmy d'Arcy, hadn't we, | our point of view, me and my auxy, Jimmy d'Arcy, hadn't we, | ||
| − | Jimmy? | + | Jimmy? — Who to seen with? Kiss! No kidd, captn, which he |
stood us, three jolly postboys, first a couple of Mountjoys and | stood us, three jolly postboys, first a couple of Mountjoys and | ||
nutty woodbines with his cadbully's choculars, pepped from our | nutty woodbines with his cadbully's choculars, pepped from our | ||
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submarine bar yonder but he made no class at all in port | submarine bar yonder but he made no class at all in port | ||
and cemented palships between our trucers, being a refugee, | and cemented palships between our trucers, being a refugee, | ||
| − | didn't he, Jimmy? | + | didn't he, Jimmy? — Who true to me? Sish! Honeysuckler, |
that's what my young lady here, Fred Watkins, bugler Fred, all | that's what my young lady here, Fred Watkins, bugler Fred, all | ||
the ways from Melmoth in Natal, she calls him, dip the colours, | the ways from Melmoth in Natal, she calls him, dip the colours, | ||
pet, when he commit his certain questions vivaviz the secret | pet, when he commit his certain questions vivaviz the secret | ||
empire of the snake which it was on a point of our sutton down, | empire of the snake which it was on a point of our sutton down, | ||
| − | how was it, Jimmy? | + | how was it, Jimmy? — Who has sinnerettes to declare? Phiss! |
Touching our Phoenix Rangers' nuisance at the meeting of the | Touching our Phoenix Rangers' nuisance at the meeting of the | ||
waitresses, the daintylines, Elsies from Chelsies, the two leggle- | waitresses, the daintylines, Elsies from Chelsies, the two leggle- | ||
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he told us privates out of his own scented mouf he used to was, | he told us privates out of his own scented mouf he used to was, | ||
my lads, afore this wineact come, what say, our Jimmy the | my lads, afore this wineact come, what say, our Jimmy the | ||
| − | chapelgoer? | + | chapelgoer? — Who fears all masters! Hi, Jocko Nowlong, my |
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waker oats for him on livery. Faurore! Fearhoure! At last it past! Loab at cod then herrin or wind thin mong them treen. Hiss! Which we had only our hazelight to see with, cert, in our point of view, me and my auxy, Jimmy d'Arcy, hadn't we, Jimmy? — Who to seen with? Kiss! No kidd, captn, which he stood us, three jolly postboys, first a couple of Mountjoys and nutty woodbines with his cadbully's choculars, pepped from our Theoatre Regal's drolleries puntomine, in the snug at the Cam- bridge Arms of Teddy Ales while we was laying, crown jewels to a peanut, was he stepmarm, old noseheavy, or a wouldower, which he said, lads, a taking low his Whitby hat, lopping off the froth and whishing, with all respectfulness to the old country, tomorow comrades, we, his long life's strength and cuirscrween loan to our allhallowed king, the pitchur that he's turned to weld the wall, (Lawd lengthen him!) his standpoint was, to belt and blucher him afore the hole pleading churchal and submarine bar yonder but he made no class at all in port and cemented palships between our trucers, being a refugee, didn't he, Jimmy? — Who true to me? Sish! Honeysuckler, that's what my young lady here, Fred Watkins, bugler Fred, all the ways from Melmoth in Natal, she calls him, dip the colours, pet, when he commit his certain questions vivaviz the secret empire of the snake which it was on a point of our sutton down, how was it, Jimmy? — Who has sinnerettes to declare? Phiss! Touching our Phoenix Rangers' nuisance at the meeting of the waitresses, the daintylines, Elsies from Chelsies, the two leggle- gels in blooms, and those pest of parkies, twitch, thistle and charlock, were they for giving up their fogging trespasses by order which we foregathered he must be raw in cane sugar, the party, no, Jimmy MacCawthelock? Who trespass against me? Briss! That's him wiv his wig on, achewing of his maple gum, that's our grainpopaw, Mister Beardall, an accom- pliced burgomaster, a great one among the very greatest, which he told us privates out of his own scented mouf he used to was, my lads, afore this wineact come, what say, our Jimmy the chapelgoer? — Who fears all masters! Hi, Jocko Nowlong, my
