FDV: "{How does it go? Well, listen now. I want a new backside badly, bedad I do, For the one I have is worn out sitting down waiting for the old Dansker to wake up & shout like he used to. Is there any old chap 'd give a soft job I wonder for washing his shirts for him now that we're run out of everything? Only my bed is so warm as it smells it's up I'd be & off with me to the Bull of Clontarf to get the air of the bay & the seawind up my hole.} O go on & tell me more. Tell me every single thing. I want to know every single thing. Well, now comes the childer's part. How many childer has she at all? God only knows. I hear she has 111. A hundred & how? They did well to call her Plurabelle. O my! Such a flock!"
FDV2: "How does it go? Well, listen now. By earth & heaven but I want a
brandnew backside badly, bedad and I do, and a plump one {plumper} at
that. For the putty affair I have is worn out so it is sitting down
doing nothin {yawning} & waiting for my old Dane the dodder dodderer
my frugal key of the pantry larder, my hump of the camel {much altered
camel's hump}, my jointspoiler, my maymoon's honey, my faithful {true
fool to the last} Decemberer, to wake up out of his dumps {doze} &
shout at me {me down} like he used to. Is there any lord of the manor at
all 'd give a pound or two I wonder for washing his socks for him now
that we're run out of meat & milk? Only for my bed is so as warm as
it smells it's up I'd leap & off with me to the Bull of Clontarf to
get the kind air of Dublin bay & the race of the seawind up my hole.
O go on & tell me more. Tell me every little bit. I want to know
every single thing. Well, now comes the childer's part. How many childer
has she at all? I can't rightly tell you that. God only knows. I hear
she has 111. She can't remember half their names. A hundred & how?
They did well to christen her Plurabelle. O my! Such a flock! "
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