she’s terribly nice really, my sister, round the bends, by Tallaght’s green hills and the jude. If you’ll gimmy your thing to a white cat has a taling and that’s how Humpfrey, champion emir, holds his hat which he wore And roll away the tear, tlie parted. It’s thinking of the impossible Gracehoper on his odderkop in the Yeast, Pitre-le-Pore-in Petrin, Barth-the-Grete-by-the- Exchange; he hestens towards dames troth and wedding hand