FW 1.68o --prankquean's third visit--

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: "And the prankswench said to the gate: Why am I like 3 ?cupss porterpease. And Sir Howther came out of the gate as far as he could. And this was the first peace of porter." →
"And the prankswench she picked a plank made her wittest in front of the Archway {Arkway} of Triumph & asked: Why do I like 3 poss porterpease"



And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out

IM: song The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni: 'The valley lay smiling before me' [♬ the valleys lay twinkling] poem

French blanc: white (rose, wine)
FDV: "plank"?


and the valleys lay twinkling.

VI.B3.20 (April 1923): 'S Patrick's vision 1 All I[reland] ablaze 2 hilltops
3 lights in valley'


And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking:

urinated

wit-witter-wittest
whitest
wettest

French arc de triomphe: triumphal arch

Humphrey
three humps?

rare freak

Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of porterpease?

Tristan
obsolete thris: thrice 

WhyDoIAmAlook 

al p

three pots of porter, please


But that was how the skirtmisshes endupped.

skirt misses ended up
skirts up
skirmishes ended
upended



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