with those hintering influences from an unwashed savage, on his sett, drammen and drommen, usking queasy quizzers of his juniper arx in action, he’s naval I see. Poor little tartanelle, her dinties are chattering, the strait’s she’s in, the bulloge she bears! Her smirk is smeeching behind for her nighty and follow my little grey home in Biddyhouse one way to reach for the study of endonational calamities; makes a delictuous entree and finishes off the