FW 1.68n --Jarl carrying on again--

1.68a: It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld, when Adam was delvin...
1.68b: and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, laying cold hands on himself...
1.68c: And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean...
1.68d: And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike...
1.68e: And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin...
1.68f: And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings...
1.68g: So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's...
1.68h: And Jarl von Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands...
1.68i: And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flackering from the hillcombs...
1.68k: So her madesty a forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways...
1.68l: And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio...
1.68m: So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was back again...
1.68n: And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs...
1.68o: And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling. And she made her wittest...
1.68p: For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself...
1.68q: in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves...
1.68r: And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut...
1.68s: And they all drank free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any girls under shurts...
1.68t: Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies...


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FDV: "Sir Howther had his ?hand up to his pantrybox and his little jiminy Tristopher & the dummy were belord on the tarssheet, kissing & spitting." →
"Sir Howther had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox and his little jimmy Toughertrees & the dummy were belord on the watercloth, kissing & spitting & roguing & poghing in their second infancy."



And Jarl van Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox,


sentrybox


ruminating in his holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!),

cows ruminate and have four stomachs

Italian dare: to give
Irish dair: oak
AdearAdear


and the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the watercloth,

Tristopher (reversed)

tree (tree/stone)

below, above
in love

FDV: "tarssheet"


kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing,

making love

AngloIrish pogue: kiss

poking


like knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy.

VI.B19.40: 'knavepaltry'

paltry knave and naïve bride

Irish Naomh Pádraig: Saint Patrick

Irish Naomh Brighid: Saint Brigid (also known as Saint Bride)

senility
older than 2yo



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