5th typescript, November 1938, IV§5 draft level 5
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Soft morning, city! I am Leafy speafing. Lfp! Folty and folty all the nights have being falling on to long my hair. Not a sound, falling. No wind, no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves. The woods are so fond always. It is for my goolden wending. Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so long!
|5On your pondered palm. R Reclined from cape to pede. |aWith pipe on
bowl.a| Terce for a fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now!
|aAndº aruse!a| Nov Norvena's over.5| I am Leafy, your goolden, so you
called me, my life, you're goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider! |5But am good and rested. Taks to you,º toddy, tan ye. Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin.5| Here is your shirt, the day one, come back. The stock, your collar.
Also your double brogues. |5A comforter as well.5| And here your iverol and |5of course
umbr. And stand up tall. I want to see you looking fine for me. |5Blooming in the very lotust and second to nill, Budd! |aProudpurse Alby with |bhisb| pooraroon Eireen,º they'll. Pride, comfytousness, enevy!a|5| You make me think of a seaman I once. |5The man Megallant.5| Or an earl was he, at Lucan? Or, no, it's the Iren duke's I mean. Or sombrey erse from |5Dark Country the Dark Countries5|. Come and let us. The childher are still fast. There is no school today. Them boys is so contrairy. |5The Head does be worrying himself.5| Heel trouble and heal travel. Unless they changes by mistake. I seen the likes in the twinngling of an aye. |5Som.5| So oft. |5Sim.5| Time after time. The sehm asnuh. Two bredder as doffered as nors in soun. When one of him sighs or one of him cries 'tis you all over. No peace at all. Maybe
it's those two old crony aunts held them out to the water front. Queer Mrs Quickenough and odd Miss Doddpebble. |5And when them two has had a good few there isn't much more dirty clothes to publish.5| From the Laundersdale Minssions. One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting his wee. You were pleased as Punch, recitating war exploits and pearse orations to them jackeen gapers. But that night after, all you were wanton! Bidding me do this and that and the other. And blowing off to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn't you give to have a girl. Your wish was mewill. And, lo, out of a sky! The way I too. But her, you wait. Eager to choose is left to her shade. If she had only more matcher's wit. Findlings makes runaways, runaways a stray. She's as merry as the gricks still. 'Twould be sore should leaden sorrow. I'll wait and I'll wait. And then if all goes. What will be is. Is is. But let them. Slops |5hospodch5| and the |5slusky5| slut too. It's Phoenix, dear. And the flame is, hear! Let's our joornee saintomichael make it. Since lausafire has lost and the book of the |s5debt depths5| is. Closed. Come! |5Hold up |ayour youa| free |afingers. fings.a| Yes.5| We've light enough. Send Arctur |5guidus guiddus5|! |5Isma! Sft!5| It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. But she won't rain showerly|5, our Ilma5|. |s5Until it's the time. And me and you have made our.s5| The sons of bursters won in the games. Still, I'll take |5this me owld Finvara5| for my shawldhers. The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. With a |5cut taste5| of roly polony from Blugpuddels after. To bring out the tang of the tay. |5Is't you fain for a roost brood?5| Oaxmealsturn, all out of |5bed the woolpalls5|! And then all the chippy young cuppinjars cluttering round us, clottering for their creams. Crying, me, grownup sister! Are |5my me5| not truly? Lst! Only |5but, there'sº a but,5| you must buy me a fine new girdle too, nolly. |5When next you go to Market |aNorewall Norkwallºa|. |aThey're all saying I need it since the one from Isaacsen's slooped its line. |bMrknrk? Fy arthou!b|a|5| Come. Give me your great bearspaw|5, padder avilky,5| |5for fol a5| miny tiny. |5Dola.5| |5Minecyhandsy Mineninecyhandsy.º5| |5in Inº5| the langua of flows. That's my |5Jargon Jorgen5| Jargonsen. But you understood, nodst? |s5Reach down. A lil mo. So. Drowº back your glave. Hot and hairy, hugon,º is your hand!º Here's where the falskin begins. Smoot Smoos as an infams. One time you told you'd been burnt in ice. And one time it was chemicalled after you taking a lifeness. I'll close me eyes. So not to see. All men has done something. We'll lave it. So.s5| We will take our walk before |5in timpul5| they ring the earthly bells. |5In the church by the hearseyard.5| Pax goodmens will. Or the birds start their treestorm shindy. Look, there are yours off, high on high! And,
|5O, cooshes,5| sweet good luck they're cawing you, Coole! You see, they're as white as the riven snae. For us. |5Next peaters'º poll you will be elicted or I'm not your elicitous bribe. The Kinsella woman's man will never reduce me. A MacGarath O'Cullagh O'Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round the lodge of Fjorn na Galla of the Trumpets! It's like potting the poe to |xshame shambex| on the dresser or tamming Uncle Tim's Caubeen on to the brows of a Viker Eagle.5| Not such big steps, huddy foddy! You'll crush my antelopes I saved for. It is hardly a mile or seven. It is very good for |5health in the the healths of a5| morning. |5With Buahbuah.5| It seems so long since, ages since. As if you had been long far away. You will tell me some time if I can believe its all. You know where I am bringing you? You remember? |5|aIfa| I could lead you there and I still |aby youa| in bed. |aLet's Lesa| go dutc to Danegreven., nos?5| Not a soul but ourselves. |5Time? We have loads on our hangs. Till Gilligan and Halligan call again to hooligan. |aThe moskors thought to ball you out.a| |sxOr the Wald Unicorn'sº Master(+, Bugley Captainº from the Naul,+) drawls up by the door with the Honourable Whilpº and the Reverend Poynterº and the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhuntus, to lift a hereshealthº to their robost, the Stag, evers the Carlton hart. And you needn't host out with your duck and your duty to reach him the glass he never starts to finish. Clap this wis on your pole and stick this in your ear, wiggly. Beauties don't answer and the rich never pays.sx| (+If you were the enlarged they'd hue in cry you,º heathstown, harbourstown, snowtown, Four Knocks, flemingstown, bodingstown to the Ford of Fyne Delvin.+)5| We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? He is a fine sport. |5And a proper old promnentory.5| His door always open. |5Much as your own is. |aYou invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hot cockles and everything.a|5| Remember to take off your white hat, ech? |5When we come in the presence.5| And say hoothoothoo, ithmuthisthy! |5And I'll drop my |agraciest graciasta| kertssey too. If the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow tow to the Mong Tang. Ceremonialness to stand lowest place be! |aSaying: What'll you take to link to light a pike on porpoise, please plaise? He might knight you an Armor elsor daub you the first cheap magyarstrapeº. Remember Bomthomanew vim vam vom Hungerig. Hoteformeº, chain and epolettes, botherbumbose. And I'll be your aural eyeness. But we vain. It's inº the castles air. We can take or leave.a|5| You'll know our way from there, surely? Flura's way. Where once we led so many car couples have follied since. |5Clatcz!5| Giving Shaughnessy's mare the hillymount of her life. With her strulldeburgghers! Hnmn hnmn! The rollcky road adondering. We can sit us down on the heathery benn, me on you|5, in quolm unconsciounce5|. To scand the arising. |5Out from Drumleek. It was there Evora told me I had best. If I ever.5| When the moon of mourning is set and gone. |5Overº Glinaduna. Lonu, nula.5| Ourselves, oursouls alone. At the site of salvocean. And watch would the letter you're wanting be coming may be. |5And cast ashore.5| That I prays for be mains of me draims. Scratching it and patching at with a prompt from a primer. And what scrips of |5knowledges nutsnolleges5| I pecked up be meself. |s5Every letter is a hard but yours sure is the hardest ever crux ever. Hack an axe, hook an oxe, hath an ansº, heth hith hith ences. But once done, dealt and delivered, tattat, you're on the map.s5| Based on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his
world of ancient days. Carried in a caddy or screwed and corked. On his mugisstosst surface. With a bob, bob, bottledy bob. Blob. When the waves give up yours the soil may for me. Sometime then, somewhere there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page when I heard Thy voice|5, ruddery dunner,5| and left it to lie till a kissmess coming. So content me now. |5Lss.5| Unbild and be buildn our villa there and we'll cohabit respectable. The Gowans, ser, for Medem, me. With acute |5babley5| runtoer for to pippup where the sterres be. Tiltop, bigmaster! You're not so giddy now any more. All your graundplotting and the little it brought! Humps, when you hised us, and dumps, when you
doused us! But sarra one of me cares a brambling ram, |5proud pomp5| porteryark! On limpidy marge I've made me hoom. Park and a pub for me. Only don't start your stunts of last night again. I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one, tufnut! Bold bet backwords. For the loves of the sins! Before the naked universe. And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One of these fine days, lewdyculler, you'll have to reform again. |5Help Blessed Blessed shield5| Martin! Softly so. I am so exquisitely pleased about the loveleavest dress I have. You will always call me Leafiest, won't you, dowling? Whordherfhull Olldhbhoy! And you won't urbjunk to my parafume, oiled of kollooney|5, with a spot of marashy5|. Sm! It's Allpine Smile from Yesther and Yesthers. I'm in everywince nasturtls. |5Even in |aHolth's Houlth'sa| nose.5| Astale of astoun. Grand old marauder! If I knew who you are! |5|xIs that right what your brothermilk in Bray told the district you were bragged up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling into |athe hisa| foulplace and losingº her pentacosts after drinking their pledges? Howsomeendeavour Howsomendeavour, you done me fine!ºx|5| Our native
night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and then your |5jermyn Jermyn5| cousin who signs hers with exes and the beardwig I found in your Clarksome bag. Pharaops you'll play you're the king from Aeships. You certainly make the most royal of noises. I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. And show you to every simple storyplace we pass. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue, Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villities valleties. |5You'll have to ask the four that named them is always snugging in your barsalooner, saying they're the relicts of Conal O'Daniel and writing Finglas Sinceº the Flood. That'll be some kingly work in progress. But it's byº this route he'll come some somorrow.º And I can signal you all flint and fern are rasstling as we go by. And you'll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it.5| It is all so often and still the same to me. Snf? Only turf, wick dear. Clane turf. You've never fogodden batt on tarf, have you, at broin |5borroow burroow5|, what? Mch? Why, them's the muchrooms, come up during the night. Look, agres of roofs in parshes. |5|aDom on dam, dim in dym. Mind your stride or you'll knock.a| Neighboulotts for newtown. |aThe Eblamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the dumblynass. As you said. It fair takes.a|5| If I lose my breath for a minute or two don't speak, remember. Once it happened, so may it again. Why I'm all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. To hide away the tear, the parted. It's thinking of all. |5And them that's gunne.5| I'll begin again in a jiffey. |5The nik of a nad.5| How glad you'll be I waked you! My! How well you'll feel! For ever after. First we turn |5a little by the |avageran |bvaguran vagurinb|a|5| here and then it's |5easy gooder5|. I only hope whole the heavens sees
us. For I feel I could near to faint away. Into the deeps. |s5Annamore sleeps Annamores leap.s5| Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong bigtider. Allgearls is wea. At times. So. While you're adamant evar. Wrhps, that wind as if out of norewere! Jumpst shootst throbbst into me mouth like a bogue and arrohs. Ludegude of the Lashlanns, how he whips me cheeks! Sea, sea! Here weir, reach, island, bridge. Where you meet I. The day. Remember! Why there that moment and us two only? I was but teen, a tiler's dot. The |5swanky that swankysuits5| was boosting always|5, sure him,º5| he was like to me |5father fad5|. But the swaggerest swell off Sacvulle Strutt. |s5And the fiercest freaky ever followed a pining child round the sluppery table with a forkful of fat.s5| |5|saBut a ksa| |saAnd Butsa| a king of whistlers. |aScieoula!a| When he'd prop me atlas against his goose and light our two candles for |ato sing duets our singers duosa| on the sewingmachine. I'm sure he squirted juice in his eyes to make them flash |aand frighten for flighteninga| me. Still and all he was awful fond |aon toa| me. |aBut Yeda| he never knew we seen |aeach other usa| before. I was the pet of everyone then.5| And you were the pantymammy's Vulking Corsergoth. The invision of Idelond. And, by Thorror, you looked it! My lips went livid |5for5| from the joy of fear. Like almost now. |5How?5| How you said how you'd give me the keys of me heart. Only|5, no,5| now it's me who's got to give. And we'd be married till though dev do espart. O mine! And can it be it's |5now forvell nnow fforvell5|? |5|aIllas!a| I wisht I had better
glancesº to peer to you through this baylight's growing. But you're changing from me, acoolsha, you're changing from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening
up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills again. And she is coming. Swimming in meº hindmoist. Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank sprint of a thing theresomewhere, saultering. |aMy greatº blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and silence. And let her rain now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in the thousand of years of the nights? All my life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And |ballb| the greedy gushes out through their |bsmallb| souls. And |ballb| the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. My people were not their sort out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all the our wild dances in all their wild din. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird, haughty Niluna, that she will snatchº from my ownest hair! And the clash of our cries till we spring to be free. But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe. Loonely in me loneness.a| I'm passing out. Oº bitter |aend endinga|! For she'll be sweet for you as I was when I came down out of my mother. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's
sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad |sableary fearysa| father, till theº near sight of the mere size of him makes me seesaw saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. |saAll.sa| But one clings still. Lff!5| So soft this morning ours. |5Yes. Carry me along|a,
taddy,a| like you done through the toy fair. |aIf I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels,º I sink I'd die down over his feet, humblyº dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where.a|5| First. We pass through grass behush the bush |v5tov5|. |5So. Whish!º Far calls. |aFar, I come! Far, coming!a|5| |5I'm taller now. I'm taller now, I'm sure.5| |5For all you're heavy.5| |v5And there. As then. End here. Us then.v5| |5Finn, again! Take.5| |5Bussofthee Bussofthlee5|, mememormee! |5Till thousendthee.5| Lps. |5Take.5| The keys to. Given! A way a lone a lost a last a loved a long the