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mud, as best they cud, on footback, owing to the leak of the1
McCarthy's mare, in extended order, a tree's length from the2
longest way out, down the switchbackward slidder of the land-3
sown route of Hauburnea's liveliest vinnage on the brain, the4
unimportant Parthalonians with the mouldy Firbolgs and the5
Tuatha de Danaan googs and the ramblers from Clane and all6
the rest of the notmuchers that he did not care the royal spit out7
of his ostensible mouth about, well, what do you think he did,8
sir, but, faix, he just went heeltapping through the winespilth9
and weevily popcorks that were kneedeep round his own right10
royal round rollicking toper's table, with his old Roderick Ran-11
dom pullon hat at a Lanty Leary cant on him and Mike Brady's12
shirt and Greene's linnet collarbow and his Ghenter's gaunts and13
his Macclefield's swash and his readymade Reillys and his pan-14
prestuberian poncho, the body you'd pity him, the way the world15
is, poor he, the heart of Midleinster and the supereminent lord of16
them all, overwhelmed as he was with black ruin like a sponge17
out of water, allocutioning in bellcantos to his own oliverian18
society MacGuiney's Dreans of Ergen Adams and thruming19
through all to himself with diversed tonguesed through his old20
tears and his ould plaised drawl, starkened by the most regal of21
belches, like a blurney Cashelmagh crooner that lerking Clare22
air, the blackberd's ballad I've a terrible errible lot todue todie23
todue tootorribleday, well, what did he go and do at all, His Most24
Exuberant Majesty King Roderick O'Conor but, arrah bedamnbut,25
he finalised by lowering his woolly throat with the wonderful26
midnight thirst was on him, as keen as mustard, he could not tell27
what he did ale, that bothered he was from head to tail, and,28
wishawishawish, leave it, what the Irish, boys, can do, if he did'nt29
go, sliggymaglooral reemyround and suck up, sure enough, like30
a Trojan, in some particular cases with the assistance of his vene-31
rated tongue, whatever surplus rotgut, sorra much, was left by the32
lazy lousers of maltknights and beerchurls in the different bot-33
toms of the various different replenquished drinking utensils left34
there behind them on the premisses by that whole hogsheaded35
firkin family, the departed honourable homegoers and other sly-36