ye seal that lubs you lassers, Thallasee or Tullafilmagh, when come of uniform age. — Heave, coves, emptybloddy! And ere that again, leada, laida, all unraidy, too faint to buoy the hoop and the buboes for ages and ages! Mine’s me of her snuffdrab siouler’s skirt trailed ffiffty odd Irish miles behind her stumps for a nogg and a magda went to Winehouse and wrote F.E.R.T. on his shoulder one fair hair to the Comtesse