Well, you know or don't you kennet or  haven't I told you every telling
has a taling and that's  the he  and the she of it.  Look, look, the dusk is
growing! My branches lofty are taking root. And my  cold cher's gone ashley.
Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon  is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye
or  erewone last saw Waterhouse's clogh. They took  it  asunder, I hurd thum
sigh. When will  they reassemble it? O,  my back, my back, my bach! I'd want
to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong!  There's  the Belle for  Sexaloitez! And
Concepta  de  Send-us-pray!  Pang!  Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew!
Godavari, vert the showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them
here now?  Ay, we will.  Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread  mine on
mine. Flep! It's what  I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went  is
rising.  I'll lay a few stones  on the hostel  sheets. man  and his  bride
embraced between  them.  Else I'd have sprinkled  and folded them only.  And
I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The strollers will pass it
by.  Six shifts,  ten kerchiefs,  nine to hold  to the fire and this for the
code,  the convent napkins,twelve,  one  baby's  shawl.  Good mother Jossiph
knows, she said. Whose head? Mutter snores? Deataceas!  Wharnow are alle her
childer,  say?  In  kingdome  gone or power  [bad word]  or  gloria  be to them
farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some  here,  more no more, more again lost
alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch  of the Shannons was married
into a family in Spain. And all the Dunders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland
beyond Brendan's herring pool takes  number nine in  yangsee's hats. And one
of Biddy's  beads went  bobbing till she  rounded up lost histereve  with  a
marigold  and a  cobbler's  candle  in a side strain of  a  main drain  of a
manzinahurries off Bachelor's  Walk.  But all that's left to the last of the
Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and between is one kneebuckle and
two hooks in the front. Do you tell  me.  that now? I do in troth. Orara por
Orbe  and poor Las  Animas! Ussa, Ulla,  we're umbas  all! Mezha, didn't you
hear it  a deluge of times, ufer and ufer,  respund  to spond? You deed, you
deed!  I need, I need! It's that irrawaddyng  I've stoke in my aars.  It all
but husheth the lethest zswound. Oronoko ! What's your trouble? Is that  the
great Finnleader himself in his joakimono on his statue riding the high hone
there forehengist? Father of Otters, it is himself! Yonne there! Isset that?
On  Fallareen [bad word]  You're thinking of  Astley's Amphitheayter where  the
bobby restrained you making sugarstuck pouts to the ghostwhite horse of  the
Peppers.  Throw the cobwebs  from your eyes, woman,  and spread your washing
proper! It's well I know your sort of  slop. Flap! Ireland  sober is Ireland
stiff Lord  help  you, Maria, full  of  grease,  the  load is with me!  Your
prayers.  I  sonht zo! Madammangut! Were you  lifting your elbow,  tell  us,
glazy  cheeks,  in Conway's Carrigacurra canteen? Was  I what, hobbledyhips?
Flop! Your rere gait's creakorheuman bitts your  butts disagrees. Amn't I up
since the  damp tawn, marthared  mary  allacook,  with Corrigan's  pulse and
varicoarse veins, my  pramaxle smashed, Alice Jane in decline and my oneeyed
mongrel  [bad word] over,  soaking  and  bleaching boiler rags, and  sweating
cold, a  widow like me, for to deck my tennis  champion son,  the laundryman
with  the lavandier  flannels?  You won your  limpopo  limp  fron  the husky
hussars when Collars and  Cuffs was heir to the town and your  slur gave the
stink to Carlow. Holy Scamander, I sar it again! Near the golden fall