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bewailing like a man that innocence which I could not defend1
like a woman, lo, you there, Cathmon-Carbery, and thank Movies2
from the innermost depths of my still attrite heart, Wherein3
the days of youyouth are evermixed mimine, now ere the comp-4
line hour of being alone athands itself and a puff or so before5
we yield our spiritus to the wind, for (though that royal one6
has not yet drunk a gouttelette from his consummation and the7
flowerpot on the pole, the spaniel pack and their quarry, retainers8
and the public house proprietor have not budged a millimetre9
and all that has been done has yet to be done and done again,10
when's day's woe, and lo, you're doomed, joyday dawns and,11
la, you dominate) it is to you, firstborn and firstfruit of woe, to12
me, branded sheep, pick of the wasterpaperbaskel, by the13
tremours of Thundery and Ulerin's dogstar, you alone, wind-14
blasted tree of the knowledge of beautiful andevil, ay, clothed15
upon with the metuor and shimmering like the horescens, astro-16
glodynamonologos, the child of Nilfit's father, blzb, to me17
unseen blusher in an obscene coalhole, the cubilibum of your18
secret sigh, dweller in the downandoutermost where voice only19
of the dead may come, because ye left from me, because ye20
laughed on me, because, O me lonly son, ye are forgetting me!,21
that our turfbrown mummy is acoming, alpilla, beltilla, ciltilla,22
deltilla, running with her tidings, old the news of the great big23
world, sonnies had a scrap, woewoewoe! bab's baby walks at24
seven months, waywayway ! bride leaves her raid at Punchestime,25
stud stoned before a racecourseful, two belles that make the26
one appeal, dry yanks will visit old sod, and fourtiered skirts27
are up, mesdames, while Parimiknie wears popular short legs,28
and twelve hows to mix a tipsy wake, did ye hear, colt Cooney?29
did ye ever, filly Fortescue? with a beck, with a spring, all her30
rillringlets shaking, rocks drops in her tachie, tramtokens in31
her hair, all waived to a point and then all inuendation, little32
oldfashioned mummy, little wonderful mummy, ducking under33
bridges, bellhopping the weirs, dodging by a bit of bog, rapid-34
shooting round the bends, by Tallaght's green hills and the35
pools of the phooka and a place they call it Blessington and36