As slow their ship, the sea being slight, upon the face of waters moved by courtesy of God that handsome brineburnt sixfooter Gaelic, rugger and soccer champion and the dinkum belle of Lucalizod quite charming in her oceanblue brocade and an overdress of net darned with gold well in advance of the newest fashion exhibits bunnyhugged scrumptiously when it was dark whilst they dissimulated themself on the eighteen inch loveseat behind the chieftaness stewardess’s cabin whilst also with sinister dexterity he alternately rightandlefthandled fore and aft, on and offside her palpable rugby and association bulbs. She, after a cough, murmurously then gave her firm order for tootsweet if he wouldn’t please mind some though not too much of the six best national poetry quotations reflecting on the situation so long as it was a stroke or two above it’s a fine night and yon moon shines bright and all to that, the plain fact of the matter being that being a natural born lover of nature in all her moods and senses, by the light of the moon, of the silvery moon she longed to spoon before her honeyoldmoon at the same time drinking in long draughts of purest air serene and revelling in the great outdoors. That mouth of mandibles vowed to pure beauty promptly elocutionised to her a favourite lyrical bloom bellclear in iambic decasyllabic hexameter:
— Rollon thoudeep andamp anddark blueo ceanroll!
Lady, it was just too gorgeous for words, the whole sensation. The sea, of a lovely tint embellished by the best charms of nature, with its wellmannered wavelets (the dirty horrid rude ones from the Belfast and Lagan Lough neighbourhood being very properly locked up in cubbyhole) looked really awfully pretty at the mid hour of night and more especially he being emphatically the right man in the right place, the weather conditions could not possibly have been improved upon. Praises be to fair sea. Her rôle was to roll onthedark blueo ceanroll that rolled on round the round roll that Robert Roly rolled round. Breathtaking beauty, Ireland’s bonniest, she did but gaze while from his altitude of one yard onehundredandthirtytwo lines his deepseapeepers gazed O gazed O dazedcrazedgazed into her darkblue rolling ocean orbs.
— Thanks ever so much she sighed, thrilled by that olive throb of his nude neck, and ever so much again for that tiny quote. It sort of made everything ever so much more delightful. How perfectly sweet of you!
Nothing if not amorous, he, rosecrumpler, thrilldriver, sighinspirer, having prealably dephlegmatised his guttur of that ticklish frog in the throat, his useful arm getting busy on the touchline due south of her western shoulder, uttered what was to follow with grand passion from his toploftical voicebox:
— Isolde!
By elevation of eyelids t’ward her dear coolun that She invoked insinuated desideration of more declaration.
He was instant and he declared:
— Isolde! O Isolde! Sister soul and hand! When theeuponthus Sir Tristan binoculises his most unwitting ego most subconsciously senses the deprofundity of multimathematical immaterialities whereby in the pancosmic urge the allimmanence of That Which Itself is Itself Alone exteriorates on this here our plane in disunited solid, liquid and gaseous bodies in pearlwhite passionpanting intuitions of reunited selfhood in the higherdimensional selfless Allself.
Hear, O hear, all ye caller herring! Silent be, O Moyle! Milky Way, strew dim light!
Right here a pretty thing happened. When her flattering hand of pure diversion mayhap had jessaminely at the just right moment shut his duckhouse the vivid girl, deaf with love, (you know her, that angel being, one of passion’s fadeless wonderwomen! You dote on her! You love her to death!) with a queer little cry reunited milkymouthily his her then their disunited lips when, tonguetasting the golden opportunity of a lifetime, quick as greased pigskin the Armorican champion with one virile tonguethrust drove the advance messenger of love flash past the double line of eburnean forwards rightjingbangshot into the goal of her gullet.
Now, I am just putting it direct to you as one manowoman to another, what the blankety blank diggings do you for example candidly suppose that she, a strapping young modern old ancient Irish princess a good eighteen hands high and scaling nine stone twelve paddock weight in her madapolam smock with nothing under her hat but red hair and solid ivory not forgetting a firstrate pair of bedroom eyes of most unholy hazel cared at that precise psychoanalytical moment about tiresome old King Mark that tiresome old milkless ram with his duty peck and his bronchial tubes, the tiresome old ourangoutan beaver in his tiresome old twentytwoandsixpenny shepherd’s plaid trousers? Not as much as a pinch of henshit and that’s the meanest thing now was ever known since Adam was in the boy’s navy. No, heaven knows, far from it, if the unvarnished truth must be told at the very first blush lovingly she lovegulped her American’s pulpous propeller and both together in the most fashionable weather they all went off a lulliloving a dither me die me dandy O after which, believing in safety first, before the regulation ten seconds were up volatile Brittany considerately allowed his farfamed sparkingplug chokegrip to relax and precautiously withdrew the instrument of rational speech from the procathedral of amorous seductiveness.
— I’m right glad I ran on to you, Tris, you fascinator you! Miss Erin said, when she had won free, laughing at the same time delightfully in dimpling bliss, being awfully bucked by her gratifying experience of the love embrace from a highly continental bigtimer the like of him possessed of a handsome face well worth watching with an interesting tallow complexion from which great things very expected as a film star for she fully realised that he was evidently a notoriety in the poetry department as well for he never saw her to drink an orange but he offered to bring her a porringer and to cut a long story short taking him by and large the onliest boy of her choice meant pretty well everything to her just then, her beau ideal of a true girl’s friend with red blood in his veins neither big ugly nor small nice.
Over them the winged ones screamed shrill glee: seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercailzie. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big kuss of Trustan with Usolde.
So sang seaswans:
— Three quarks for Muster Mark
Sure he hasn’t got much of a bark
And sure any he has it’s all beside the mark
But O Wreneagle Almighty wouldn’t un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And un hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmerston Park.
Hohohoho moulty Mark
You’re the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah’s ark
And you think you’re cock of the wark.
Fowls, up! Tristy’s the spry young spark
That’ll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without even winking the tail of a feather
And that’s how that chap’s going to make his money and mark!
[notes] [old]
As slow their ship, the sea being slight, upon the face of waters moved by courtesy of God that handsome brineburnt sixfooter Gaelic, rugger and soccer champion
These first paragraphs were known in manuscript, and survived into the final text in barely recognisable form. [more]
VI.B25.159h: "as slow their ship" Thomas Moore set his lyric to the tune of 'The Girl I Left Behind Me'
VI.B3.102f: "upon the water"
Genesis 1:2: 'And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters'
VI.B3.144c: "the courtesy of God" (from Bedier)
Erskine Childers [fweet-10] uses 'brine-burnt' in "Riddle of the Sands"
"sixfoottwo" → "sixfooter" (so he's the same height as Issy??? scans 110 instead of 101)
and the dinkum belle of Lucalizod
'dinky' (meaning small) was slightly better known than "dinkum" meaning genuine
Tinker Bell: moody fairy in J.M. Barrie's 1904 play 'Peter Pan' (mends pots like a tinker, talks like ringing bells)
Lucan + Chapelizod (between them is Palmerstown, and its park, which is not the Palmerstown Park mentioned in the birds' song... is it?)
quite charming in her oceanblue brocade and an overdress of net darned with gold well in advance of the newest fashion exhibits bunnyhugged scrumptiously when it was dark whilst they dissimulated themself on the eighteen inch loveseat behind the chieftaness stewardess’s cabin whilst also with sinister dexterity he alternately rightandlefthandled fore and aft, on and offside her palpable rugby and association bulbs.
lost insertion: "with iris petal sleeves"
VI.A Nausikaa "fashion exhibits" (1908ff)
Guy Thorne: When It Was Dark (1903 fantasy novel) [ebook]
"where... while" → "whilst... whilst also" (?!)
VI.B10.118b: "love seat (1½)" 'a seat too large for one and not quite large enough for two' so 1½ people, not 1½ feet ('The smallest love seats are approximately 45 to 51 inches wide' 18in is a squeeze for one) cf VI.A Ithaca "?puts [seats?] gallery 18 inches, stalls 20 inches"
colors: blue, gold
measures: sixfooter, eighteen inch
FW2: "bunnyhugging scrumptious his... dinkum belle... on the fifteen inch loveseat, behind the chieftainess stewardess's cabin, the hero, of Gaelic champion, the onliest one of her choice, her bleaueyedeal of a girl's friend, neither bigugly nor smallnice, meaning pretty much everything to her then, with his sinister dexterity, lightandrufthandling vicemversem her ragbags et assaucyetiams, fore and aft, on and offsides, the brineburnt sexfutter, handson and huntsem, that was palpably wrong and bulbubly improper, and cuddling her and kissing her, tootyfay charmaunt, in her ensemble of maidenna blue, with an overdress of net, tickled with goldies"
She, after a cough, murmurously then gave her firm order for tootsweet if he wouldn’t please mind some though not too much of the six best national poetry quotations reflecting on the situation
VI.A Exiles "Is reads & coughs"
"after a cough... having prealably dephlegmatised his guttur of that ticklish frog in the throat"
"firm order" legal term in business (1896ff?)
'tootsweet' was a recent witticism
VI.A Penelope "wd you please mind"
"national poetry" patriotic (Irish, or British?)
cf U-16 "our national poet"
so long as it was a stroke or two above it’s a fine night and yon moon shines bright and all to that, the plain fact of the matter being that being a natural born lover of nature in all her moods and senses, by the light of the moon, of the silvery moon she longed to spoon before her honeyoldmoon at the same time drinking in long draughts of purest air serene and revelling in the great outdoors.
"a stroke or two" casual sporting term, among many uses
VI.B3.124d: "(Is) love of nature"
measures: six, a stroke or two
Joyce used the phrase "viola in all moods and senses" in his explanation of "violer d'amores"
"loved to spoon" → "longed to spoon"'
VI.B3.124c: "reveled in the beauty of"
"the great outdoors" (a recent coinage)
FW2: "natural born lovers of nature, in all her moves and senses... she murmurously, after she let a cough, gave her firm order, if he wouldn't please mind, for a sings to one hope a dozen of the best favourite lyrical national blooms in Luvillicit, though not too much, reflecting on the situation, drinking in draughts of purest air serene and revelling in the great outdoors, before the four of them, in the fair fine night, whilst the stars shine bright, by she light of he moon, we longed to be spoon, before her honeyoldloon, the plaint effect being in point of fact there being"
That mouth of mandibles vowed to pure beauty promptly elocutionised to her a favourite lyrical bloom bellclear in iambic decasyllabic hexameter:
— Rollon thoudeep andamp anddark blueo ceanroll!
humans have one 'mandible' aka the lower jaw (many other species have two)
VI.A Words "mandibles"
VI.A Eveline "mouth vowed to pure beauty"
Byron's pentameter is lengthened by 'and damp' towards Homer's (dactylic) hexameter
FW2: "that mouth of mandibles vowed to pure beauty... favourite lyrical national blooms"
HSW's typescript has "aft on", "mind though", "shining bright" and "thoudeep anddark"
Lady, it was just too gorgeous for words, the whole sensation. The sea, of a lovely tint embellished by the best charms of nature, with its wellmannered wavelets
"the whole sensation" was philosophical jargon
cf? U008: "I can't remember anything. I remember only ideas and sensations."
original insertion: "The sea looked awfully pretty at that twilight hour so lovely with such wellmannered waves"
VI.B25.158a: "Nature embellished the tint" (Thomas Moore) ♬
"wavelets" bad poetic cliche
(the dirty horrid rude ones from the Belfast and Lagan Lough neighbourhood being very properly locked up in cubbyhole) looked really awfully pretty at the mid hour of night and more especially he being emphatically the right man in the right place, the weather conditions could not possibly have been improved upon.
VI.A Nausikaa "horrid: rude"
the Lagan river flows into Belfast Lough
"My Lagan Love" ♬
VI.A Exiles2 "bold ?wooer [waves?] locked up in nursery"
VI.A Words "cubbyhole"
(Kingston's piers made a sort of cubbyhole for ships)
measures: mid hour
the sentence structure has been very slightly tweaked so the good weather now seems caused by Tristan's perfection
Praises be to fair sea. Her rôle was to roll onthedark blueo ceanroll that rolled on round the round roll that Robert Roly rolled round.
"Praises be to" is always crediting God
"fair sea" is another poetic cliche
the circumflex is unjoycean
"onthedark blueo ceanroll" 001-01-01
FW2: "listening, to Rolando's deepen darblun Ossian roll (Lady, it was just too gorgeous, that expense of a lovely tint, embellished by the charms of art and very well conducted and nicely mannered and all the horrid rudy noisies locked up in nasty cubbyhole!)"
FW2: "onasmuck as their withers conditions could not possibly have been improved upon (praisers be to deeseesee!)"
HSW's typescript has "tint and embellished" and "Roly scrolled"
Breathtaking beauty, Ireland’s bonniest, she did but gaze while from his altitude of <one yard> onehundredandthirtytwo lines his deepseapeepers gazed O gazed O dazedcrazedgazed into her darkblue rolling ocean orbs.
— Thanks ever so much she sighed, thrilled by that olive throb of his nude neck, and ever so much again for that tiny quote. It sort of made everything ever so much more delightful. How perfectly sweet of you!
VI.B10.109c: "breath taking beauty"
VI.B10.114h: "Spain's prettiest"
original insertion: "from an altitude of one yard 11½ in"
a line can be either 1/12 inch (times 132 = 11 inches) or 1/40 inch (3.3 inches)
1-132
but supposedly they're both six feet tall!? could this be because they're seated? could the loveseat be 18 inches tall??
VI.A Penelope "thanks so much"
colors: blue, blue, olive
measures: onehundredandthirtytwo lines
FW2: "their role was to rule the round roll that Rollo and Rullo rolled round... breathtaking beauty, Bambam's bonniest... they did but get gaze... to hear him there, kissing her and cuddling her... from his elevation of one yard one handard and thartytwo lines, before the four of us, in his Roman Catholic arms, while his deepseepeepers gazed and sazed and dazecrazemazed into her dullokbloon rodolling olosheen eyenbowls"
HSW's typescript has "of one yard onehundredandthirtytwo lines", "o gazed o" and "much, she"
Nothing if not amorous, he, rosecrumpler, thrilldriver, sighinspirer, having prealably dephlegmatised his guttur of that ticklish frog in the throat,
in what sense is he a "rosecrumpler"?
"thrilled by that olive throb... thrilldriver... drove"
'thrill drivers' were a circus attraction by 1941
"she sighed... sighinspirer"
French 'préalable' = previous
his useful arm getting busy on the touchline due south of her western shoulder, uttered what was to follow with grand passion from his toploftical voicebox:
— Isolde!
By elevation of eyelids t’ward her dear coolun that She invoked insinuated desideration of more declaration.
VI.B3.118a: "useful arm"
VI.A Exiles2 "Triste, la grande passion"
"coolun" = 'one with long flowing hair... Applied to a man the designation would have suggested that he was a champion of Gaeldom who wore his hair in the ancient fashion forbidden by English statutes' poem ♬
FW493.35 "They know not my heart, O coolun dearast!"
"south... western" (it seems natural to map up-down onto north-south, but is near-far somehow east-west too? does it matter which way they're facing?)
FW2: "after having prealably dephlegmatised his gutterful of throatyfrogs... while the dear invoked to the coolun dare by a palpebrows lift left no doubt in his minder... the subjects being their passion grand... for the rosecrumpler, the thrilldriver, the sighinspirer, with that olive throb in his nude neck, and, swayin and thayin, thanks ever so much for the tiny quote, which sought of maid everythingling again so very much more delightafellay"
HSW's typescript has "gutter", "shoulder uttered", "elvation" and "she"
He was instant and he declared:
— Isolde! O Isolde! Sister soul and hand! When theeuponthus Sir Tristan binoculises his most unwitting ego most subconsciously senses the deprofundity of multimathematical immaterialities whereby in the pancosmic urge the allimmanence of That Which Itself is Itself Alone exteriorates on this here our plane in disunited solid, liquid and gaseous bodies in pearlwhite passionpanting intuitions of reunited selfhood in the higherdimensional selfless Allself.
Latin 'instans' = eager
VI.A Nausikaa "sister souls"
VI.A Words "the touch of sister hand"
this is after Kevineen1's "He simply had no time for girls and often used to say that his dearest mother & his dear sisters were good enough for him." but before late-Kevin's bath-related mention of his sister
cf PoA5: "Fill out the place for me to wash, said Stephen" [to his sisters]
speaks of himself in 3rd person
cf VI.A Exiles2 "T. steps aside and has a look at himself"
Irish Sinn Féin, Sinn Féin Amháin: Ourselves, Ourselves Alone (slogan)
FW2: "he was instant and he was trustin, sister soul in brother hand, the subjects being their passion grand... orhowwhen theeuponthus (chchch!) eysolt of binnoculises memostinmust egotum sabcunsciously senses upers the deprofundity of multimathematical immaterialities wherebejubers in the pancosmic urge the allimmanence of that which Itself is Itself Alone (hear, O hear, Caller Errin!) exteriorises on this ourherenow plane in disunited solod, likeward and gushious bodies with (science, say!) perilwhitened passionpanting pugnoplangent intuitions of reunited selfdom (murky whey, abstrews adim!) in the higherdiminsional selfless Allself"
HSW's typescript has "and declared", "sir Tristan" and "that which"
Hear, O hear, all ye caller herring! Silent be, O Moyle! Milky Way, strew dim light!
Right here a pretty thing happened. When her flattering hand of pure diversion mayhap had jessaminely at the just right moment shut his duckhouse the vivid girl, deaf with love, (you know her, that angel being, one of passion’s fadeless wonderwomen! You dote on her! You love her to death!)
VI.B25.145i: "a pretty thing happened"
cf? U134: "I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that it was that small act, trivial in itself, that striking of that match, that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives."
VI.A Exiles2 "I's flattering hand"
flattering/fluttering
VI.A Exiles2 "?par diversion peutêtre (?stage direction)"
"pure diversion" was a phrase
jessamine = various flowers whose scent resembles jasmine
original insertion: "When he had shut his duckhouse"
VI.A Nausikaa "love is deaf"
VI.A Nausikaa "you know her: you love her to death"
VI.A Nausikaa "an angel being"
(FW2 moves that comma after the parens)
with a queer little cry reunited milkymouthily his her then their disunited lips when, tonguetasting the golden opportunity of a lifetime, quick as greased pigskin the Armorican champion with one virile tonguethrust drove the advance messenger of love flash past the double line of eburnean forwards rightjingbangshot into the goal of her gullet.
VI.A Exiles2 "Armorican (American)"
colors: golden, eburnean (white)
FW2: "For it was then a pretty thing happened of pure diversion mayhap, when her flattering hend, at the justright moment, like perchance some cook of corage might clip the lad on a poot of porage, handshut his duckhouse, the vivid girl, deaf with love (ah sure, you know her, our angel being, one of romance's fadeless wonderwomen, and, sure now, we all know you dote on her even unto date!), with a queeleetlecree of joysis crisis she renulited their disunited, with ripy lepes to ropy lopes (the dear o'dears!) and the golden importunity of aloofer's leavetime, when, as quick as greased pigskin, Amoricas Champias, with one aragan throast, druve the massive of virilvigtoury flshpst the bothlines of forwards (Eburnea's down, boys!) rightjingbangshot into the goal of her gullet."
HSW's typescript has "(You", "her their", "when tonguetasting" and "lifetime quick"
Now, I am just putting it direct to you as one manowoman to another, what the blankety blank diggings do you for example candidly suppose that she, a strapping young modern old ancient Irish princess a good eighteen hands high and scaling nine stone twelve paddock weight in her madapolam smock with nothing under her hat but red hair and solid ivory not forgetting a firstrate pair of bedroom eyes of most unholy hazel
"manowoman" = androgynous Mamalujo already? or man of-woman-born?
what the dickens
colors: red, ivory, hazel
VI.B25.159f: "most unholy blue"
"hazel" later changed to "blue"
cared at that precise psychoanalytical moment about tiresome old King Mark that tiresome old milkless ram with his duty peck and his bronchial tubes, the tiresome old ourangoutan beaver in his tiresome old twentytwoandsixpenny shepherd’s plaid trousers? Not as much as a pinch of henshit and that’s the meanest thing now was ever known since Adam was in the boy’s navy.
original insertion? "bronchial trouble"
"milkless" = impotent/sterile? (a strong echo of the Mamalujo waves?)
the motif of a nursing male comes from Eoin MacNeill's 'Celtic Ireland' p55: 'Lugaid Cichech... reared the two sons of Crimthann, Aed and Laegaire, on his breasts. It was new milk he gave from his breast to Laegaire, and blood he gave to Aed.'
original insertion? "ever known in this wide world" 'since Adam was a boy'
FW2: "And now... as on manowoman do another... There was this, wellyoumaycallher, a strapping fine young modern old ancient Irish prisscess, so and so hands high, such and such paddock weight, in her madapolam smock, nothing under her hat but red hair and solid ivory... and a firstclass pair of bedroom eyes of most unholy blue... for one psocoldlogical moment... With that so tiresome old milkless a ram, with his tiresome duty peck and his bronchial tubes, the tiresome old hairyg orangogran beaver, in his tiresome old twentysixandsixpenny sheopards plods drowsers... The mainest thing ever! Since Edem was in the boays noavy."
HSW's typescript has "princess, a", "king Mark", "beaver, in" and "a dither me dandy O"
No, heaven knows, far from it, if the unvarnished truth must be told at the very first blush lovingly she lovegulped her American’s pulpous propeller and both together in the most fashionable weather they all went off a lulliloving a dither me die me dandy O after which, believing in safety first, before the regulation ten seconds were up volatile Brittany considerately allowed his farfamed sparkingplug chokegrip to relax and precautiously withdrew the instrument of rational speech from the procathedral of amorous seductiveness.
VI.B25.158: "heaven knows"
VI.B25.165: "at first blush"
VI.A Words "lulliloved" (Lully-loving?) (lullilooed? African cry)
cf ROC: "singing all to himself through his old tears starkened by the most regal belches I've a terrible errible lot todo today todo toderribleday"
VI.B25.164: "safety 1st"
"safety first" slogan from 1910ff, book title in 1913, Harold Lloyd's comedy "Safety Last" came out 1 April 1923
VI.B25.164: "volatile"
VI.A Oxen "?sparkling plug" (HSW's typescript also says "sparkling plug")
cf 'choke' and sparkplug for engines?
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| 1912 |
— I’m right glad I ran on to you, Tris, you fascinator you! Miss Erin said, when she had won free, laughing at the same time delightfully in dimpling bliss, being awfully bucked by her gratifying experience of the love embrace from a highly continental bigtimer the like of him
"right" = downright
'ran into' = met; 'ran onto' = train on track, usually; "ran on" = babbled
"Miss Erin" ('Erin' is a rare surname) (title of 1898 novel) (1st Miss America was 1921)
VI.A Words "win free" = achieve freedom (Scots) eg
VI.A Eveline "laughing, at the same time delightfully" Frank Harris on Oscar Wilde
VI.B25.159a: "dimpling bliss" [sheetmusic]
VI.A Exiles2 "highly continental" (recycled from extension)
VI.A Nausikaa "he was very continental"
possessed of a handsome face well worth watching with an interesting tallow complexion from which great things very expected as a film star for she fully realised that he was evidently a notoriety in the poetry department as well for he never saw her to drink an orange but he offered to bring her a porringer and to cut a long story short taking him by and large the onliest boy of her choice meant pretty well everything to her just then, her beau ideal of a true girl’s friend with red blood in his veins neither big ugly nor small nice.
cf? VI.B10.076i: "possessed of some means"
"great things very expected" (she's so eager she's tripping over her words???)
VI.A Exiles2 "she fully realised"
VI.B10.076g: "man of her choice"
"with red blood in his veins" that's any/everyone!
wouldn't 'big nice' be best?
deleted insertions: "her beau ideal of a true girl friend, handsome musical composer a thoroughbred Pomeranian lapdog, a box of preserved crystallised ginger clove cushions, peppermint slices, satinette puffs, lime tablets and may even the Deity Itself"
colors: red
measurements: big/small, ugly/nice
FW2: "the onliest one of her choice, her bleaueyedeal of a girl's friend, neither bigugly nor smallnice, meaning pretty much everything to her then"
HSW's typescript has "said when" and "dumpling"
Over them the winged ones screamed shrill glee: seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercailzie. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big kuss of Trustan with Usolde.
[manuscript]
"they smacked" = birds saw (maybe via 'smoked' = detected)
kiss → kuss; Tristan → Trustan; Isolde → Usolde (i → u)
below: Mister → Muster; he → un; his → uns
more birds: seaswans, wren
So sang seaswans:
— Three quarks for Muster Mark
Sure he hasn’t got much of a bark
And sure any he has it’s all beside the mark
But O Wreneagle Almighty wouldn’t un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And un hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmerston Park.
Hohohoho moulty Mark
You’re the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah’s ark
And you think you’re cock of the wark.
Fowls, up! Tristy’s the spry young spark
That’ll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without even winking the tail of a feather
And that’s how that chap’s going to make his money and mark!
the city named 'Swansea' is unrelated to swans
some swans can live by saltwater, but there's no such thing as 'sea swans'
cf VI.A Exiles2 "3 crops for Mark and bonhomie sinistre"
FW2: "Three quarks for Muster Mark! Sure he hasn't got much of a bark And sure any he has it's all beside the mark. But, O Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmerstown Park? Hohohoho, moulty Mark! You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark And you think you're cock of the wark. Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her Without even winking the tail of a feather And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!"
HSW's typescript has "he hunting", "Fowls up Tristy's", "Without ever" and "money and mark."
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