|aTeff Taffa| — All was flashning and krashning |abloodymoriaty bloodymoriarskya| |abluchedred bluchedrudda|? |aTill ever so ofter?a|
Butt — |a|bEven Till evenb| so aften!a| Sea vaast a pool! |aAhool! |bWoofwoof!b|a|
|aTaff — Where doth the pain lie, Master Punch?a|
Taff — |aHumme to our mounta mounthings!a| Conscribe him tillusk, unt! The grandsopper! |aEndues paramilintary langdwage! The good old gunshop monowards for manosymples. |bNabuccolish, natchay!b|a| |xAnd may it be the intrepidation of our dreams which we 1st foregot at wiking ere the bleakfrost chilled our revery soughts. |aLest Lets hear in rerember the braise of. Hold!a|x|
Butt — |aBog carse ond dam mat, sar! |bLimbers affront of him, lumbers behund.b|a| He was |aomnivollupped emnivolluppeda|. In his raglanrock and his malakoiffed bulbsbyg and his varnashed roscians and his cardigan's blousejagged and his scarlett manchokuffs and his treecoloured |atrunksers camiflagsa| and his |aperikopendulousa| blank
Taff — Toadlebens! |aA bear to reign in his heavenspawn consumation robes.a| |aThat is Saya| mangraphique, |ayet it is not may say nay para| daguerre. |a|bScutterer of guld!b| Here furry glum, there fairy pass. And the buddies behide in the byre.a|
|aTaff — |bO day of rath! Ah murther of mines!b| Beirneson MacMahahan from Osro bearing nose easger on his swooth prowl?a|
Taff — Diveilge! See that we soll or lit thee be luna! |aBang on the bouch, gurg in the gorge, rap at the roof & your flap is unbu...a|
Butt — Buckily buckily. Bimbam bombumb.
Taff — Nit?
Taff — Say your piece! Buckle to! |aShinfine deed in the myrttle of the bog twin fainmain stood up to slog, freebond men lay lurkin on, arrah, sir?a|
Butt — |aHorrasure.a| It was |asomewhilea| in
the Crimealian war|a, samewhere in Ayerlanda|. And I was |aduring
|bmy meb| weeping stillstumns over the freshprosts of Eastcheap & the dangling garters of Marrowbone but still
and all, I wasa| doing |aduring daringa| my wapping stiltstunts.
|a|bOld style and heave a lep onward.b| And winn again |bon
|cBastion Bostionc| (Mess)b|, plays goat the Bansha pealer!
Up the revels!a| Getting up me anti vanillas. And getting off me the stissas me aunties. And swiping a
johnnydans sweep for |ato exercitisea| myself between roaming carnages all
over crumwilliam wall. |aBe the why it was |bme, ha ha! me who, haw haw!b|a|
|aTaff — You |bhe he who hew hewb|a| |x|a— Between my associations in the post and my misconnections with the futurea| I've a boodle feeld of maimeries in me buzzim for all |ame them the old boyars, |b&b| mea| old Alma Marthars. |aI think to them|b, the Corrgans, |cmy attaches,c| Cedric MacGormley and Danno O'Don O'Dunnohoe and Conne Conno O'Cannohar, and our miladies in their toileriesb|.a| Help, help, hussars!x| Correct me but I abjure of it. A strange man wehring abarrel. And here's a gift of eggs. And I live by chipping norton. And iron |afor fitsa| a farmer.º Them were helcyown days |awhen wine & Woman was for a songa|. |afor almistips.a| |aTill I shth |bwhen I scene how a he |cthe offensivec| didn't care a humpeny dump for anybody touching their thusengaged generals.b| |xI would not hurt the feelings of my life |aprivatesa| but, numb arm all,x| Up the revels!a| |aBy thes splintther of colt.a| Till I shutthim. |aShurenoff, the fourstar Russacruschen cannundrumchief.a|