All off for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the
street. Bonafides. Where you slep las nigh? Timothy of the battered naggin.
Like ole Billyo. Any brollies or gumboots in the fambly? Where the Henry
Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? Sorra one o' me knows. Hurrah there, Dix! Forward
to the ribbon counter. Where's Punch? All serene. Jay, look at the drunken
minister coming out of the maternity hospal! Benedicat vos omnipotens
Deus, Pater et Filius. A make, mister. The Denzille lane boys. Hell, blast
ye! Scoot. Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of the bleeding limelight. Yous join
uz, dear sir? No hentrusion in life. Lou heap good man. Allee samee dis
bunch. En avant, mes enfants! Fire away number one on the gun.
Burke's! Burke's! Thence they advanced five parasangs. Slattery's mounted foot.
Where's that bleeding awfur? Parson Steve, apostates' creed! No, no, Mulligan!
Abaft there! Shove ahead. Keep a watch on the clock. Chuckingout time. Mullee!
What's on you? Ma mère m'a mariée. British Beatitudes! Retamplatan
Digidi Boumboum. Ayes have it. To be printed and bound at the Druiddrum
press by two designing females. Calf covers of pissedon green. Last word in art
shades. Most beautiful book come out of Ireland my time. Silentium! Get
a spurt on. Tention. Proceed to nearest canteen and there annex liquor stores.
March! Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are (atitudes!) parching. Beer, beef,
business, bibles, bulldogs battleships, buggery and bishops. Whether on the
scaffold high. Beer, beef, trample the bibles. When for Irelandear. Trample the
trampellers. Thunderation! Keep the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops
boosebox. Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my tootsies!
You hurt? Most amazingly sorry!
Query. Who's astanding this here do? Proud possessor
of damnall. Declare misery. Bet to the ropes. Me nantee saltee. Not a red at me
this week gone. Yours? Mead of our fathers for the Übermensch. Dittoh.
Five number ones. You, sir? Ginger cordial. Chase me, the cabby's caudle.
Stimulate the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short never to go again
when the old. Absinthe for me, savvy? Caramba! Have an eggnog
or a prairie oyster. Enemy? Avuncular's got my timepiece. Ten to. Obligated
awful. Don't mention it. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix? Pos fact. Got bet be a
boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. Digs up near the
Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do. Full of a dure. See her
in her dishybilly. Peels off a credit. Lovey lovekin. None of your lean kine, not
much. Pull down the blind, love. Two Ardilauns. Same here. Look slippery. If
you fall don't wait to get up. Five, seven, nine. Fine! Got a prime pair of
mincepies, no kid. And her take me to rests and her anker of rum. Must be seen
to be believed. Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart,
O gluepot. Sir? Spud again the rheumatiz? All poppycock, you'll scuse me
saying. For the hoi polloi. I vear thee beest a gert vool. Well, doc? Back fro
Lapland? Your corporosity sagaciating O K? How's the squaws and papooses?
Womanbody after going on the straw? Stand and deliver. Password. There's hair.
Ours the white death and the ruddy birth. Hi! Spit in your own eye, boss!
Mummer's wire. Cribbed out of Meredith. Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit!
Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi.
Hurroo! Collar the leather, youngun. Roun wi the
nappy. Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree. Lang may your lum reek and
your kailpot boil! My tipple. Merci. Here's to us. How's that?
Leg before wicket. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Give's a shake of peppe,
you there. Catch aholt. Caraway seed to carry away. Twig? Shrieks of silence.
Every cove to his gentry mort. Venus Pandemos. Les petites femmes.
Bold bad girl from the town of Mullingar. Tell her I was axing at her. Hauding
Sara by the wame. On the road to Malahide. Me? If she who seduced me had left
but the name. What do you want for ninepence? Machree, macruiskeen. Smutty Moll
for a mattress jig. And a pull all together. Ex!
Waiting, guvnor? Most deciduously. Bet your boots on.
Stunned like, seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He've got
the chinkad lib. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn.
Us come right in on your invite, see? Up to you, matey. Out with the oof. Two
bar and a wing. You larn that go off of they there Frenchy bilks? Won't wash
here for nuts nohow. Lil chile velly solly. Ise de cutest colour coon down our
side. Gawds teruth, Chawley. We are nae fou. We're nae tha fou. Au reservoir,
mossoo. Tanks
you.
'Tis, sure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee
you, shir. Bantam, two days teetee. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Garn! Have a
glint, do. Gum, I'm jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for words.
With a railway bloke. How come you so? Opera he'd like? Rose of Castile. Rows
of cast. Police! Some H2O for a gent fainted. Look at Bantam's flowers. Gemini.
He's going to holler. The colleen bawn. My colleen bawn. O, cheese it! Shut his
blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand. Had the winner today till I tipped him a
dead cert. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady
coppaleen. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the depot.
Shove him a joey and grahamise. Mare on form hot order. Guinea to a goosegog.
Tell a cram, that. Gospeltrue. Criminal diversion? I think that yes. Sure
thing. Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Madden back
Madden's a maddening back. O lust our refuge and our strength. Decamping. Must you
go? Off to mammy. Stand by. Hide my blushes someone. All in if he spots me.
Come ahome, our Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo. Dinna forget the cowslips for
hersel. Cornfide. Wha gev ye thon colt? Pal to pal. Jannock. Of John Thomas,
her spouse. No fake, old man Leo. S'elp me, honest injun. Shiver my timbers if
I had. There's a great big holy friar. Vyfor you no me tell? Vel, I ses, if
that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I vil get misha mishinnah. Through
yerd our lord, Amen.
You move a motion? Steve boy, you're going it some.
More bluggy drunkables? Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder
of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one
expensive inaugurated libation? Give's a breather. Landlord, landlord, have you
good wine, staboo? Hoots, mon, a wee drap to pree. Cut and come again. Right.
Boniface! Absinthe the lot. Nos omnes biberimus viridum toxicum
diabolus capiat posterioria nostria. Closingtime, gents. Eh? Rome boose for
the Bloom toff. I hear you say onions? Bloo? Cadges ads. Photo's papli, by all
that's gorgeous. Play low, pardner. Slide. Bonsoir la compagnie.
And snares of the poxfiend. Where's the buck and Namby Amby? Skunked? Leg bail.
Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. Checkmate. King to tower. Kind Kristyann
wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay
crown of his hed 2 night. Crickey, I'm about sprung. Tarnally dog gone my shins
if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. Item, curate, couple of
cookies for this child. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none! Not a pite of
sheeses? Thrust syphilis down to hell and with him those other licensed
spirits. Time, gents! Who wander through the world. Health all! a la
vôtre!
Golly, whatten tunket's yon guy in the mackintosh?
Dusty Rhodes. Peep at his wearables. By mighty! What's he got? Jubilee mutton.
Bovril, by James. Wants it real bad. D'ye ken bare socks? Seedy cuss in the
Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis. Trumpery
insanity. Bartle the Bread we calls him. That, sir, was once a prosperous cit.
Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. Slung her hook,
she did. Here see lost love. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon. Tuck and turn
in. Schedule time. Nix for the hornies. Pardon? Seen him today at a runefal?
Chum o' yourn passed in his checks? Ludamassy! Pore piccaninnies! Thou'll no be
telling me thot, Pold veg! Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney
was took off in black bag? Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. I never
see the like since I was born. Tiens, tiens, but it is well sad,
that, my faith, yes. O, get, rev on a gradient one in nine. Live axle drives
are souped. Lay you two to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. Jappies?
High angle fire, inyah! Sunk by war specials. Be worse for him, says he, nor
any Rooshian. Time all. There's eleven of them. Get ye gone. Forward, woozy
wobblers! Night. Night. May Allah the Excellent One your soul this night ever
tremendously conserve.
Your attention! We're nae tha fou. The Leith police
dismisseth us. The least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his
abominable regions. Yooka. Night. Mona, my true love. Yook. Mona, my own love.
Ook.
Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on.
There she goes. Brigade! Bout ship. Mount street way. Cut up! Pflaap! Tally ho.
You not come? Run, skelter, race. Pflaaaap!
Lynch! Hey? Sign on long o' me. Denzille lane this
way. Change here for Bawdyhouse. We two, she said, will seek the kips where
shady Mary is. Righto, any old time. Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis.
You coming long? Whisper, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the black duds?
Hush! Sinned against the light and even now that day is at hand when he shall
come to judge the world by fire. Pflaap! Ut implerentur scripturae.
Strike up a ballad. Then outspake medical Dick to his comrade medical Davy.
Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the Merrion hall? Elijah
is coming! Washed in the blood of the Lamb. Come on you winefizzling,
ginsizzling, booseguzzling existences! Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked,
beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms
and excess baggage! Come on, you triple extract of infamy! Alexander J Christ
Dowie, that's my name, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco
beach to Vladivostok. The Deity aint no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you
that He's on the square and a corking fine business proposition. He's the
grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. Shout salvation in King Jesus.
You'll need to rise precious early you sinner there, if you want to diddle the
Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch in it
for you, my friend, in his back pocket. Just you try it on.
