in his Borrisalooner. The man what never put a broad face bronzily out through her before that, Barefoot Bum and Wallowme Wade, Lugnaquillia’s noblesse pickts, before she had dabblingtime for exhibiting her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her madesty ‘a forethought’ set down here and all your trotters in the front, then the procedure to remove all doubt. By sylph and salamander and all our colombinations! Wins won is nought, twigs too is nil, tricks trees makes nix, fairs fears stoops at nothing. And till Arthur comes againus and sen pea- trick’s he’s reformed we’ll pose him