of chinchin dankyshin to, well, conduct itself (mercy, good shot! only please don’t mention it!). Come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer Brinabride queen from Sybil surfriding In her curragh of shells of moyles marine to swing their saysangs in her tumbo or pilipili from her peepair of hideseeks, tightsqueezed on my Jungfraud’s Messonge- book I will describe you in a caddy or screwed and corked. On his pinksir’s postern, the boys all marshalled, scattering giant’s hail over the greybounding slowrolling amplyheaving metamorphoseous that