Hurroo!  Collar the leather, youngun.  Roun wi the nappy.  Here, Jock braw Hielentman’s your barleybree.  Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot boil!  My tipple.  MERCI.  Here’s to us.  How’s that?  Leg before wicket.  Don’t stain my brandnew sitinems.  Give’s a shake of peppe, you there.  Catch aholt.  Caraway seed to carry away.  Twig?  Shrieks of silence.  Every cove to his gentry mort.  Venus Pandemos.  Les PETITES femmes.  Bold bad girl from the town of Mullingar.  Tell her I was axing at her.  Hauding Sara by the wame.  On the road to Malahide.  Me?  If she who seduced me had left but the name.  What do you want for ninepence?  Machree, macruiskeen.  Smutty Moll for a mattress jig.  And a pull all together.  Ex!

Waiting, guvnor?  Most deciduously.  Bet your boots on.  Stunned like, seeing as how no shiners is acoming.  Underconstumble?  He’ve got the chink ad Lib.  Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn.  Us come right in on your invite, see?  Up to you, matey.  Out with the oof.  Two bar and a wing.  You larn that go off of they there Frenchy bilks?  Won’t wash here for nuts nohow.  Lil chile velly solly.  Ise de cutest colour coon down our side.  Gawds teruth, Chawley.  We are nae fou.  We’re nae tha fou.  Au reservoir, mossoo.  Tanks you.

’Tis, sure.  What say?  In the speakeasy.  Tight.  I shee you, shir.  Bantam, two days teetee.  Bowsing nowt but claretwine.  Garn!  Have a glint, do.  Gum, I’m jiggered.  And been to barber he have.  Too full for words.  With a railway bloke.  How come you so?  Opera he’d like?  Rose of Castile.  Rows of cast.  Police!  Some H2O for a gent fainted.  Look at Bantam’s flowers.  Gemini.  He’s going to holler.  The colleen bawn.  My colleen bawn.  O, cheese it!  Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand.  Had the winner today till I tipped him a dead cert.  The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen.  He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the depot.  Shove him a joey and grahamise.  Mare on form hot order.  Guinea to a goosegog.  Tell a cram, that.  Gospeltrue.  Criminal diversion?  I think that yes.  Sure thing.  Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game.  Madden back Madden’s a maddening back.  O lust our refuge and our strength.  Decamping.  Must you go?  Off to mammy.  Stand by.  Hide my blushes someone.  All in if he spots me.  Come ahome, our Bantam.  Horryvar, mong vioo.  Dinna forget the cowslips for hersel.  Cornfide.  Wha gev ye thon colt?  Pal to pal.  Jannock.  Of John Thomas, her spouse.  No fake, old man Leo.  S’elp me, honest injun.  Shiver my timbers if I had.  There’s a great big holy friar.  Vyfor you no me tell?  Vel, I ses, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I vil get misha mishinnah.  Through yerd our lord, Amen.