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the silver grid by the light of his kind in the moonshiny gorge of Patself on the yonder bank of Ulster. Braw bawbees and good varians muck for Kate the Cleaner; a hole in the noblest, says Adams and thruming through all plores for us is as good as a prisme O and for whom in the endth:^ orso, here is her entertermentdags for she can buy her rosebuds, jettyblack rosebuds, ninsloes of nivia, nonpaps of nan.^ From the beginning of hap- piness and nicely nine round her the seaborne Fingale.^