WATH JOYTH THIGNALLING FROM THE FLAMTHE?

[2:10 368.7] had hord from fard a piping. As? Of?
Dour douchy was a sieguldson. He cooed that loud nor he
was young. He cud bad caw nor he was gray Like wather parted
from the say.
Ostia, lift it! Lift at it, Ostia! From the say! Away from the say!


[2:10 368.20] For be all rules of sport 'tis right That youth bedower'd to
charm the night Whilst age is dumped to mind the day When
wather parted from the say.
The humming, it's coming. Insway onsway.
Fingool MacKishgmard Obesume Burgearse Benefice, He was


[2:10 368.31] they.
From Dancingtree till Suttonstone There's lads no lie would
filch a crown To mull their sack and brew their tay With wather
parted from the say.
Lelong Awaindhoo's a selverbourne enrouted to Rochelle


[2:10 369.26] mirification and the lutification of our paludination.
His bludgeon's bruk, his drum is tore. For spuds we'll keep the
hat he wore And roll in clover on his clay By wather parted
from the say.
Hray ! Free rogue Mountone till Dew Mild Well to corry awen


[2:10 370.10] Waves.
The gangstairs strain and anger's up As Hoisty rares the can
and cup To speed the bogre's barque away O'er wather parted
from the say.
Horkus chiefest ebblynuncies!


[3:14 489.23] as I am delightful to be able to state, with the joy of lifing in my
forty winkers, that a handsome sovereign was freely pledged
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