Mixed fair copy/TS, April 1926, §2B draft level 4

MS British Library 47483 152-158 Draft details

|v4|aMen MENa|! Jaun responded fullchantedly to her sororal sonority|a, with his |achalisheda| drink now well in handa|. Ever gloriously kind! And I truly am
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v4| Well, ladies |4on upon4| |v4gentlemen gentlermenv4| and toastmaster general, health to song for Erin go dry! To stir up love's young fizz I tilt with this bridle's cup champagne, |v4dimmydouce, dimming doucev4| |4to from4| her peepair of |v4hideseek at hers hideseeksv4|, tightsqueezed on my snowybreasted, and while my pearlies in their sparkling wiseheight are nippling her bubblets I swear (and let you swear!) by the bumper round of |v4our own my poorv4| old |v4Snaggletooth's snaggletooth'sv4| solidbowl I ne'er will prove I'm untrue to your liking (theare!) so long as my hole looks down.

So gullaby, me poor Isley! But I'm not for forgetting |v4my inner man me innermanv4| monophone for I'm leaving my darling proxy behind for your consolering, lost Dave the Dancekerl, a squamous runaway and a dear old man pal of mine too. He's the mightiest penumbrella I ever flourished on |v4beyond behondv4| the shadow of a post!
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|v4blankv4| Be sure and link him, |v4my treasure me O treasaurov4|, as often as you learn, provided there's nothing between you but a plain deal table only don't encourage him to cry lessontimes over Leperstown. Talk of wolf in a stomach, by all that's verminous! Isn't |v4Ireland Jaunstown a thev4| small place after |v4all. all?v4| I knew I smelt the garlic |v4league. league!v4| Why, bless me quick, here he is, darling Dave, just in time as if he fell out of space, all draped in mufti, coming |v4home backv4| to mourn mountains |v4blindtofoldv4| from his |v4old |abad olda|v4| continence after a |v4bad blindfoldv4| passage by the 11.32 with the pork's pate in his paw and the gulls laughing lime on his natural skunk,
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blushing like Pat's pig, begob! He's not too tom well ashamed to carry out |v4onaglibtoographikelly onaglibtographikellyv4| the |v4testimonicals testymonicalsv4| he gave |v4hisv4| twenty |v4annies annisv4| for, showing |v4his thev4| three white feathers, as a home cured emigrant in Paddyouare far below on the sealevel. Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca, |v4Lictorv4| |4Magnafica Magnaffica4|. He's the sneaking likeness of me, faith, in miniature and every biter's bit as nasal a |v4romeo Romeov4| as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, that merry, the jeenjakes, he'd soon arise mother's roses mid bedewing tears |v4with underv4| those wild wet lashes onto anny living girl's laftercheeks. He's a jarry queer fish betimes, I grant, but, lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, I'm enormously full of that foreigner, I'll say I |v4am. am!v4| We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate him about his henesy but I love him. I love his portugal's nose. |v4That's There'sv4| the |v4nasturtum nasturtium for yev4| now that saved |v4many mannyv4| a poor sinker from water on the grave. Isn't he after borrowing all before him, touching every distinguished Irishman he could ever distinguish before |v4& orv4| behind from a Yourishman for the customary half of a crown and peace? Brayvo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there's nobody else in
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touch anysides to hold |v4his a chef'sv4| candle |v4for tov4| the darling at all for sheer dare with that |v4prison potful prisonpotfulv4| of Spanish breens on him like the knave of trifles! A jollytan fine |4cemented demented4| brick and the prince of |v4goodfellows goodfilipsv4|! Dave
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knows I have the highest of respect |4and sympathrick4| of |v4anyone annyonev4| in my |v4own oweandv4| smooth way for that intellectual debtor David |v4R.v4| Crozier. The most important man! |v4Servos! Shervos!v4| Ho, |v4by bev4| the |v4holy! holy,º Someone someonev4| has shaved his rough diamond skull for him as clean as Nuntius' piedish! He's the spatton spit, so he is, of Shemuel Tulliver, the old |v4crusader! crusader!,v4| when he |v4took off the paudeen. off with his paudeen!v4| That was to let the crowd of Flu Flux Fans behind him see me proper. Ah, he's very thoughtful that |v4way. way!v4| He is, really. Hold hard till you hear him clicking his bull's bones! You're welcome back, Wilkins, to red berries in the frost! Hat yourself! Give us your dyed hand here, |v4frother. Where's frother, where'sv4| your |v4watch? watch!?v4| I'm better pleased than ten |v4guidneys. guidneys!v4| Faith, I'm proud of you, french davit!
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You've surpassed yourself! This is |v4my mev4| aunt Julia Bride|v4,v4| dying to have you languish to scandal in her bosky old manor. |v4Servorum! Shervorum!v4| You haven't seen her since she stepped into her youth's smallclothes. |v4Don't be shy,º man!v4| She has plenty of room for the
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both of us. |v4Hat Hatchv4| yourself |v4well & well!v4| Embrace her by all means |v4when you stop scratchingv4| and tell her in your agglutinative |v4|athat howa|v4| I was asking |v4for afterv4| her. |v4She Sure, shev4| fell in |v4love linev4| with our |4tripertight4| |v4picture photosv4| when we were stabled together|4, hungry and angry,4| in the Black |v4Watch together, Watch,v4| me |v4& andv4| you, |v4hungry & angry, & pinch me and pinchme v4|. Always |v4saying raving howv4| we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and smellers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de |v4Luna, & Loona, andv4| the |v4and the meathtraps meattrapv4| of the first vegetarian. |v4Take herv4| out of pure tuppenny luck before she goes off |v4out of inv4| pure |v4threefold |atriple treplea|v4| funk. I'd give three shillings a pound to the canon to shadow you kissing her liberally all over as if she was a crucifix. It's good for her labials. There's nothing like |v4a thev4| mistletouch for finding a queen's earring |v4falsev4|. Turn around, skeezy Sammy, till we feel are you still fond of |v4poetry. poetry!v4| Could you |v4wheedle |atrill us wheedlea|v4| a staveling encore out of your imitationer's jubalharp, |v4eh heyv4|, Mr Jinglejoys? Grunt us your foreboden article introducing the death of Nelson |v4in withv4| coloraturas! What, sir? |v4Morbus pediculosusv4| Taurus periculosus, morbus pediculosus. |4miserere Miserere4| mei in miseribilibus! |v4Hoho!v4| Begob, there's not so much green in his Ireland's eye! The
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bark is still there but the molars |v4have arev4| gone. |v4Areesh! Areesh!v4| The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split! |4Areesh! Areesh!4| Did you note that worried expressionism on his |v4megalogue! megalogue?v4| A full |v4octavio beyond octavium belowv4| me! |v4Did And didv4| you hear his three browrings rattlemaking |4when he was preaching to himself4|? And |v4(whoa!)º did dov4| you twig the shamlooking leaf creeping ghastly down his blousyfrock? |v4Areesh! And He won't. Sh He's shoy.v4| My |4oldfellow's oldfaher's4| uncle that was garotted, Caius Codinhand, used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my younkle's owlseller, |4Wolfe Woowoolfe4| Woodenbeard, that went |v4stone bothered stonebatheredº,v4| in the |v4tower Towerv4| of Balbus, as brisk, man, as I'd scoff up lobscouse. But it's all deafman's duff to me, begob. Sam knows miles better than me how to work the miracle. And I see he's dropping the stammer out of his |4silenced4| bladder since I |4sent bonded4| him |4off4| to |v4try andv4| grow |v4andv4| a muff |v4and camomise canonisev4| his |v4deadv4| feet down on the river airy after he earned the reputation of being swift. He'll soon tune your Erin's ear for you to read the roman while I'm |v4farv4| away from wherever thou art going in for my varsatile examinations. So pick your stops with fondness |v4nowºv4|. And mind you |v4tie twinev4| the two strings of your nicenames. And pull up your furbelows as farabove as you're waisthigh. His hearing is |4doubting in doubting4| just as my seeing is |4believing on believing4|. So |4dactylise him up to blankpoint and4| let him blink for himself where you speak the best ticklish. Fond namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a |v4knee. knee!v4|