Here we moult in Moy Kain and flop on the seemy side, living sure of hardly a doorstep for a stop gap, with Whogoes- there and a live sandbag round the corner. But upmeyant, Pro- spector, you sprout all your abel and woof your … [Read more...]

With Jollification a tight second. Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow! That's our crass, hairy and ever- grim life, till one finel howdiedow Bouncer Naster raps on the bell with a bone and his stinkers stank behind him with the sceptre … [Read more...]

  Saffron buns or sovran bonhams whichever you'r avider to like it and lump it, but give it a name. Iereny allover irelands. And there's food for refection when the whole flock's at home. Hog- manny di'yegut? Hogmanny di'yesmellygut? … [Read more...]

  Up There nor homemade hurricanes in our Cohortyard, no cupahurling nor apuckalips nor no puncheon jodelling nor no nothing. With the Byrns which is far better and eve for ever your idle be. You will hardly reconnoitre the old … [Read more...]