Deshil Holles Eamus.
Deshil Holles Eamus.
Deshil
Holles Eamus.
Send us bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening
and wombfruit.
Send us bright one, light one, Horhorn,
quickening and wombfruit.
Send us bright one, light one,
Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit.
Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!
Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!
Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!
This was it what all that company that sat there at
commons in Manse of Mothers the most lusted after and if
they met with this whore Bird-in-the-Hand (which was
within all foul plagues, monsters and a wicked devil) they
would strain the last but they would make at her and
know her. For regarding Believe-on-Me they said it was
nought else but notion and they could conceive no
thought of it for, first, Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed
them was the very goodliest grot and in it were four
Ulysses
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pillows on which were four tickets with these words
printed on them, Pickaback and Topsyturvy and
Shameface and Cheek by Jowl and, second, for that foul
plague Allpox and the monsters they cared not for them
for Preservative had given them a stout shield of oxengut
and, third, that they might take no hurt neither from
Offspring that was that wicked devil by virtue of this same
shield which was named Killchild.
Old Testament? Prayer book? Edward Lear? Shipping Forecast? Paradise Lost?
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