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you presents, won't we, fenians? And il isn't our spittle we'll stint1
you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, pennydirts and2
dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the3
field. Mieliodories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man,4
taught to gooden you. Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is5
the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax, the food for6
glory, (mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too7
light !) and some goat's milk, sir, like the maid used to bring you.8
Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan9
Lalors piped you overborder and there's whole households be-10
yond the Bothnians and they calling names after you. The men-11
here's always talking of you sitting around on the pig's cheeks12
under the sacred rooftree, over the bowls of memory where every13
hollow holds a hallow, with a pledge till the drengs, in the Salmon14
House. And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat15
on high is the mark of your manument. All the toethpicks ever16
Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped from that battery17
block. If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the18
oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and19
when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses20
you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy. The game old21
Gunne, they do be saying, (skull !) that was a planter for you, a22
spicer of them all. Begog but he was, the G.O.G! He's dudd-23
andgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq24
but peace to his great limbs, the buddhoch, with the last league25
long rest of him, while the millioncandled eye of Tuskar sweeps26
the Moylean Main ! There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes27
and Brettland, no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say. No,28
nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king.29
That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn't ring30
round and hoist high the stone that Liam failed. Who but a Mac-31
cullaghmore the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the32
funeral to compass our cause? If you was hogglebully itself and33
most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was34
your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better35
Your Grace? Mick Mac Magnus MacCawley can take you off to36

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