FW 1.11 --museyroom patterns--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...



tips are red, harses are orange, bulls are blue, jacs are green, cries are yellow:


Tip motif [fweet-39] (cf U's blind stripling)
ten 'Tip's

the mistress Kathe. Tip.
This is a ffrinch. Tip
your pike and fork! Tip.
hat of Lipoleum. Tip.
his big wide harse. Tip
Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip.
heart's right there. Tip.
dooleyboy and the hinnessy. Tip.
his big white harse. Tip.
his big wide harse. Tip.


six 'harse's [fweet]

his same white harse, the Cokenhape
his big wide harse
his big white harse, the Capeinhope
his big white harse
the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp
his big wide harse... Copenhagen


four parentheses:

(Bullsfoot! Fine!)
(Bullsear! Play!)
(Bullsrag! Foul!)
(Bullseye! Game!)


ejaculations: (1 duple, 6 triples)

Assaye, assaye!
Yaw, yaw, yaw!
Shee, shee, shee!
Ayi, ayi, ayi!
Hee, hee, hee!
Hit, hit, hit!
Hney, hney, hney!


battlecries/battlenoise:

Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork!
Salamangral!
Tarra's widdars!
Tonnerre!
Almeidagad! Arthiz tooloose!
Brum! Brum! Cumbrum!
Underwetter! Ghoat strip Finnlambs!
Gambariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras!
Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!
Basucker youstead!


rhythms
(after the 6th 'Tip' there's lot of battlecries and ejaculations)
(there's 3 Tip's before Bullsfoot and Bullsear and Bullsrag, 1 before Bullseye)

1. Tip
2. Tip Saloos
3. Tip Bullsfoot
4. Tip harse harse
5. Tip Assaye
6. Tip Yaw Shee Salamangral Hee Tarra's Tonnerre Bullsear Almeidagad Brum Underwetter
7. Tip Gambariste harse
8. Tip harse
9. Tip Hit harse Hney Ap Pukkaru Bulsrag Basucker harse
10. Tip Bullseye

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FW 1.11h --the jinnies taunt HCE--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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synopsis: the battle of Willingdone versus the Lipoleums and Jinnies

FDV: "This is the jinnies dispatch fontannoy the Willingdone. Dear Awthur, field gates your tiny frow? They think to cotch the Willingdone." →
"This is the Belchiam taking a phillipy out of his bottle of Tiltsiter. This is the jinnies hasting dispatch ?fortannoy the Willingdone. [Liffer]{Leaveher} Owthur, field gaze the tiny frow? The jinnies think they cotch the Willingdone."


This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy

"me Belchum" = my chum? or could the guide be Belchum?

Belgium (Waterloo in)

General Blücher at Waterloo?

Battle of Philippi, 42 BC (battles)
Pont Louis Philippe, Paris (bridges of Paris)
fillip: a stroke with the nail of a finger suddenly released from the end of the thumb
filly: young mare
fill up


out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel on the battle.

FW1 dropped line: "...most Awful..."

incisive
decisive

battle

Napoleon signed two treaties (with Russia and Prussia) at Tilsit after his victory at Friedland

cheese

Awful Grimmest Sunshat Cromwelly, Looted.

Arthur Guinness, Sons and Company, Ltd
sun's hat, shat upon by the sun
Oliver Cromwell (associated with the looting of Ireland)
Arthur Wellesley (Wellington)

lieutenant


This is the jinnies' hastings dispatch for to irrigate the Willingdone.

Battle of Hastings, 1066 (battles)
hasty

The Dispatches of the Duke of Wellington during his Various Campaigns (in 13 volumes), 1834-39 [ebook]

irritate
pee


Dispatch in thin red lines across the shortfront of me Belchum.

The Thin Red Line: a famous military action by the British 93rd (Highland) Regiment at the Battle of Balaclava, Crimea, 1854 (battles)

across the shirtfront (wet ejaculate draws reddish lines?)

the front at Waterloo was rather short


Yaw, yaw, yaw! Leaper Orthor. Fear siecken!

you
German ja: yes

text of dispatch: German Lieber Arthur, wir siegen. Wie geht's deiner kleinen Frau?: Dear Arthur, we conquer. How's your little wife? (ie, is she still faithful?)
(so are the jinnies also taunting HCE that ALP/Issy is unfaithful?)

Battle of Orthez, 1814 (battles)

longshot: Orthoptera: order of insects, including crickets, cockroaches, grasshoppers, etc.

Thor

sick with fear


Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. Hugacting. Nap.


text of dispatch: German ...Wie geht's deiner kleinen Frau?: How's your little wife? (ie, is she still faithful?)

gaze through field-glasses

insincere hugging
Dutch hoogachtend: yours faithfully, yours truly

Napoleon (jinnies = Napoleon?)
slang nap: a dose of venereal disease


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FW 1.11i --general sexual competition--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone.

tactics
French du tic au tac: tit for tat
'tic tac' used to be as popular as 'tick tock' for clocklike sounds (incl machine guns) but also tic-tac-toe

French font: (they) do
annoy
Battle of Fontenoy, 1745, where French soldiers and Irish Wild Geese fought English and Dutch led by George II's son (battles)


Shee, shee, shee!

AngloIrish pronunciation: shee: see
she
Italian si: yes


The jinnies is jillous agincourting all the lipoleums.

jealous over

Battle of Agincourt, 1415 (battles)
again courting


And the lipoleums is gonn boycotton crezy onto the one Willingdone.

gone crazy over
Maud Gonne

Captain Boycott: 19th century Irish land agent, famous for being ostracised

The boy Cotton: a twelve-year old boy who lived unobserved for twelve months (in 1838) in the kitchen quarters of Buckingham Palace

Sergeant-Major Edward Cotton: A Voice from Waterlooo

Battle of Crécy, 1346 (battles)


And the Willingdone git the band up.

slang to get it up: French slang: bander: to have an erection



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FW 1.11k --Belchum vs Willingdone--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This the Willingdone dispatch." →
"This is the Belchiam{, bonnet & busby,} breaking the word to the Willingdone. This the Willingdone hurled ?dispatchback."



This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby,

Dutch bode: messenger
bold

General Blücher's famous reply to his troops that they must go on, as he had pledged his word to Wellington, indirectly led to the victory at Waterloo

bonnet, busby (headdresses, Scottish and English?)

Balmoral bonnet

feather bonnet

Glengarry bonnet

 

busbies

breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone.

secret
sacred

up his rear


This is the Willingdone's hurold dispitchback.

hurled
hurried

Harold Godwinson led the Anglos-Saxons in the Battle of Hastings, 1066 (battles)

Herald, Dispatch (common names of newspapers)

dispatch back
dispatch book

pitch-black


Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me Belchum.

dispatch displayed

deployed

rear

shooting or spanking his arse


Salamangral! Ayi, ayi, ayi!

FW1 has "Salamangra!"

text of reply dispatch?

Battle of Salamanca, 1812 (Wellington) (battles)

Dialect aye: yes
I



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FW 1.11l --HCE's haughty reply--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "Cherry jinny, damn fairy ann, voutre, Willingdone. [Pip.]{Tip.}"


Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou!

French chère: dear (eg at the beginning of a letter)
cherry = virginal

George Bernard Shaw: Mrs Warren's Profession (1893), act I: 'The old Iron Duke didn't throw away fifty pounds: not he. He just wrote: "Dear Jenny: publish and be damned! Yours affectionately, Wellington." That's what you should have done' (referring to Wellington's alleged reply to a publisher demanding money so as not to include compromising details in Wellington's mistress's upcoming memoirs)

Christ cursed the fig tree with barrenness (Matthew 21:19)

colloquial French: fichtre!: the deuce! (euphemism for 'foutre')

slang fuck you

French victorieux: victorious (?)


Damn fairy ann. Voutre. Willingdone.

French dame ne fait rien: wife is not doing anything (ie, still faithful)
French ça ne fait rien: it doesn't matter (in WWI slang anglicised 'Sam fairy Ann')

French votre: yours (eg, at the end of a letter)
French slang: foutre: to fuck; the devil!


That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee!

First Duke of Wellington

French du tic au tac: tit for tat
tactics

he
Japanese hai: yes (?)


This is me Belchum in his twelvemile cowchooks,

Penguin: "twelve-mile"

twelve-league boots (rare variant on seven-league)

caoutchouc: rubber
U54: (LB to cat) "Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the chookchooks."


weet, tweet and stampforth foremost,

the sound of rubber boots

retreat

stamp forth
Battle of Stamford Bridge, 1066 (battles)

best foot foremost


footing the camp for the jinnies.

French slang: foutre le camp: to go, to leave, to run away


Drinkasip, drankasup,

drink/drank, sip/sup
'he drank his supper' = alcoholic?


for he'd as sooner buy a guinness than he'd stale store stout.

who's 'he'?

(why isn't "guinness" re-spelled here?)

AngloIrish pronunciation stale: steal
Danish store: large, great

store stale stout
(hold his pee? or greedy publican??)



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FW 1.11m --counting casualties--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This is Prooshing balls. This the ffrinch! Tip. Guns, this is jinnies in blootchers, this is ?the ?frinches in the redditches." →
"This is rooshing balls. This the ffrinch! Tip. Gunz, harses, this is jinnies in their [yalla] bawn blooches, this is lipoleums in the [rody]{rowdy} hoses."



This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch.

Russian (or Prussian)

cannon-balls

trench (FDV: ffrinch)


This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter

Ulysses 15.4606: 'Irish missile troops... Royal Dublin Fusiliers' Greek tropes: changes, turns
mistletoe

cannonfodder (otherwise useless soldiers)
canon, father (ecclesiastical titles)
German Futter: (animal) food, fodder
slang futter: to fuck


with the popynose after his hundred days' indulgence.

slang pope's nose: fleshy protuberance on a cooked chicken's or turkey's rump (PoA: I: 'There's a tasty bit here we call the pope's nose... He held a piece of fowl up on the prong of the carving fork')

poppy-red nose?

one hundred days passed between Napoleon's escape from Elba and the battle of Waterloo

papal indulgence


This is the blessed. Tarra's widdars!

French blessés: wounded

Tara: ancient capital of Ireland
Latin terra: earth

longshot: George Berkeley valued tar water as medicine

Battle of Torres Vedras, 1810 (battles)

widows
widdershins = backwards, counterclockwise


This is jinnies in the bonny bawn blooches.

AngloIrish bawn: white, fair, pretty (from Irish bán)

blouses

bluchers: a kind of half-boot, named after General Blücher
FDV: "blootchers"


This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses.

FDV: "?the ?frinches in the redditches"
jinnies = white, soldiers = red

bawdy houses
red hose ( = bare legs?)



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FW 1.11n --heat of battle--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This is the Willingdone order, fire! Tonerre!" →
"This is the Willingdone order, fire! Tonerre! This is the smokings & bannockburns." →
"This is the Willingdone order, fire! Tonerre! This is the smokings & froodenfills & panicburns."


This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire.

splendors

cork: a type of wood
Cork: city and county in Ireland

under fire
FDV: "order, fire"


Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!)

ejaculation

Dutch ton: privy, barrel

French tonnerre: thunder (also expletive)

AngloIrish bullsear: a clown (from Irish ballséir)

ear/eye 

Dutch plee: privy (pronunciation 'play')


This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the solphereens in actiom,

Battle of Camel, 656 (battles)

cavalry

flood

Battle of Flodden Field, 1513 (battles)

Battle of Solferino, 1859 (Napoleon III defeated Franz Josef) (battles)

Pont de Solferino, Paris (bridges of Paris)

sulphur

smithereens

submarines

AngloIrish -een (diminutive)

Battle of Actium, 31 B.C. (battles)


this is their mobbily, this is panickburns.

Battle of Thermopylae, 480 B.C. (battles)

mob

panic

Battle of Bannockburn, 1314 (battles)



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FW 1.11o --HCE rallies--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This is the Willingdone, he cry, Brom {Bromme}, Cambromme! This is ?rinny jinny her  [...]away runaway down a bunkershill cry: Dunderwetter. Goat strap ?Finnland!" →
"This is the Willingdone, he cry, Bromme Bromme, Cambromme! This is jinnies her runaway dowan a bunkersheels cry: Underwetter. Goat strip Finnlambs!"


Almeidagad! Arthiz tooloose!

Battle of Almeida, 1811 (Wellington) (battles)

Almighty God!

Arthur is to lose (Wellington)

Battle of Orthez, 1814 (Wellington) (battles)

that is

Battle of Toulouse, 1814 (Wellington) (battles)


This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum!

LLR II.205: 'Brum, à brum! pour se reprendre d'un lapsus' (French 'Brum, à brum! to recover from a mistake')

German brummen: to rumble, to grumble

(thunder)

General Cambronne was said to have shouted 'merde' when ordered to retreat at the Battle of Waterloo (he then held out in isolation until the battle was lost)


This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Ghoat strip Finnlambs!

phrase under the weather: ill, drunk

German Unwetter: storm

German Donnerwetter!: damn!, blast! (literally 'thunder-weather')

goat/sheep (goat, lamb)

German Gott strafe England: God punish England (WWI slogan)

Finn's land (ie Ireland)

Finland


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FW 1.11p --the jinnies flee, Belchum grumbles--

1.11: patterns
1.11a: This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...
1.11b: Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...
1.11c: This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...
1.11d: This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...
1.11e: This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...
1.11f: This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...
1.11g: The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...
1.11h: This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...
1.11i: That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...
1.11k: This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...
1.11l: Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...
1.11m: This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...
1.11n: . This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...
1.11o: Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...
1.11p: This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...
1.11q: This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...
1.11r: This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...
1.11s: This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...
1.11t: This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...
1.11u: That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...
1.11v: This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...
1.11w: This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...


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FDV: "This is jinny her [...]away {down a bunkershill} cry:"
"This is jinnies her runaway dowan a bunkersheels cry:"


This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels.

German rinnen: to flow, to run

running

Battle of Austerlitz, 1805 (Napoleon won) (battles)
Pont d'Austerlitz, Paris (BridgesParis_)
Penguin typo: "onsterlists"

doing
phrase down at the heels: slovenly, slip-shod
Battle of Bunker Hill, 1775 (battles)


With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip.

song Tipperary: 'It's a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there' (WWI marching song) [♬ But my heart's right there]

left/right 

tip motif


This is me Belchum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate

thank you

French s'il vous plaît: you're welcome, please
silver-plate


for citchin the crapes in the cool of his canister.

catching the creeps

slang cool crape: a shroud

grape-shot, canister-shot: types of ammunition used in cannons of the 18th and 19th centuries (including at Waterloo)

The Canister: an old house at the intersection of Main Street and Napoleon Street, Jamestown, Saint Helena

Dialect canister: head


Poor the pay!

French pour le pays: for the country
French pour la paix: for the peace
for the money
the pay is poor (Belchum is disgruntled)


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