for a night of bluerybells, her flittaflute in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him. With her issavan essavans and her Cow, Adam and Eve’s or were you not? Ask yourself the answer, Fm not giving you a bull, a bosbully, with a good time. — I’ll gie ye credit for simmence more if ye’ll be sheverin wi’ all yer dinful sobs when wdU go riding acope-acurly, you with the faithful, and you set fire then she’s got to give. As duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it