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zille 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? Par-
son 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 Be-
atitudes! Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum. Ayes have it. To
be printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two de-
signing 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 near-
est 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. Thundera-
tion! Keep the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops
boosebox. Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kick-
ing. 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. Stimu-
late the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short never
to go again when the old. Absinthe for me, savvy? Caram-