1.68a: It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld, when Adam was delvin...
and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, laying cold hands on himself...
And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean...
And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike...
And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin...
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings...
So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's...
And Jarl von Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands...
And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flackering from the hillcombs...
So her madesty a forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways...
And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio...
So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was back again...
And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs...
And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling. And she made her wittest...
For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself...
in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves...
And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut...
And they all drank free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any girls under shurts...
Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies...
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FDV: "And who come to the keep of his inn but the prankwench." →
"And who come to the keep of his inn but the niece of his a prankwench. And the prankwench picked a rosy one & made her wit foerenenst the dour."
And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn
Diarmaid (Dermot) and Grania: analogues of Tristan and Isolde in Fenian myth (Finn MacCool is the analogue of King Mark)
come = plural verb
(fdv always 'come' never 'came')
keep: the central and strongest tower of a medieval castle
only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean.
VI.B1.04: 'niece-in-law' Freeman's Journal 16Feb24: 'Publican's Story': 'Witness then asked his niece-in-law, Mary Maher, to go for the priest'
(so his nephew's wife? or maybe his wife's niece from previous marriage?)
Isolde after marrying Mark's nephew Tristan???
'prank' from flaunt, make-up
archaic quean: woman, prostitute, ill-bred woman(?)
cuckquean = cuckolded wife
longshot: Parnell's great-aunt Sophia built a conspicuously phallic monument to her husband, maybe as a prank
And the prankquean pulled a rosy one
the heroine of the folktale Tam Lin plucks roses at Carterhaugh, thereby summoning Tam Lin
slang to pluck a rose: (of women) to urinate (or defecate)
red rose: Lancaster
the pirate queen's combined with elements from the slightly earlier story of Janet/Margaret and "Tam Lin". The lyrics
of Tam Lin tell of a man trapped by a fairy-spell who impregnates a
girl, and her love frees him. Each time she visits him she plucks/pulls a
rose or two. (Weirdly, 'plucking a rose' was a polite euphemism for
going to the bathroom, around that time.) Sandy Denny's voice always makes me weep:
and made her wit forenenst the dour.
phrase make water: to urinate
Dutch wit: white
AngloIrish forenenst: opposite
And she lit up and fireland was ablaze.
VI.B3.20: 'S Patrick's vision 1 All I ablaze' IISS 43: 'in prophetic vision he saw at first all Ireland ablaze, and afterwards only the mountains on fire; and at last saw lamps lit in the valleys"'
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