Finnegan is reassured that his widow's resumed her accustomed patterns.
The words longa, blong, and bymby are pidgin English, and seem to crop up randomly (ha!). The pidgin-speaker may simply be saying the widow is eating well???
A cat keeps the widow company while she sews. The cat lures birds via the chimey/flue, and eats them?
"to explain the meaning": ALP is inarticulate compared to HCE? and that's partly why she fell for him. "Findrinny Fair" is likely a pun on the name of some real fair, still unidentified. [♬ the last post] is a bugle call like taps. "second a song" probably means she sings backup, or harmony. The concertina might imply she's listening to records, or to a performer, or playing it herself. "pairs passing" sounds sort of like an untraced card game (but both words are so abstract they might mean anything).
FDV: "And it's herself that's fine too, don't be talking, and fond of the concertina of an evening: Her hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you now! Finn no more! And be the hooky salmon there's a big lad now,"
Leading in to the last page of chapter one, introducing Finnegan's successor.
mysteries: Shirksends?/Shakeshands, Pollockses
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I seen your missus in the hall. Like queenoveire.
ReplyDeleteArrah, it's herself that's fine, sure,
don't be talking!
Shirksends?
You storyan Harry chap longa me
Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy good trout.
Shakeshands.
Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her
only her lex's salig.
Bald Tib does be yawning and smirking cats' hours
on the Pollockses' woolly round tabouret cushion
watching her sewing a dream together,
the tailor's daughter, stitch to her last.
Or, while waiting for winter to fire the enchantment,
decoying more nesters to fall down the flue.
It's an allavalonche that blows nopussy food.
If you only were there to explain the meaning,
best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver.
The lips would moisten once again.
As when you drove with her to Findrinny Fair.
What with reins here and ribbons there
all your hands were employed
so she never knew was she on land or at sea
or swooped through the blue like Airwinger's bride.
She was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet.
She can second a song
and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by.
Fond of a concertina and pairs passing
when she's had her forty winks
for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling
and is in her merlin chair assotted,
reading her _Evening World_.
To see is it smarts, full lengths or swaggers.
News, news, all the news.
Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez.
Angry scenes at Stormount.
Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways.
Opportunity fair with the China floods
and we hear these rosy rumours.
Ding Tams he noise about all same Harry chap.
She's seeking her way, a chickle a chuckle,
in and out of their serial story,
_Les Loves of Selskar et Pervenche_,
freely adopted to _The Novvergin's Viv_.
There'll be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres
the night she signs her final tear.
Zee End.
But that's a world of ways away.
Till track laws time.
No silver ash or switches for that one!
While flattering candles flare.
Anna Stacey's how are you!
Worther waist in the noblest,
says Adams and Sons, the would pay actionneers.
Her hair's as brown as ever it was.
And wivvy and wavy.
Repose you now!
Finn no more!
For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon,
there's already a big rody ram lad
at random on the premises
of his haunt of the hungred bordles,