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We
subjoin
a
specimen
which
has
been
rendered
into
English
by
an
eminent
scholar
whose
name
for
the
moment
we
are
not
at
liberty
to
disclose
though
we
believe
that
our
readers
will
find
the
topical
allusion
rather
more
than
an
indication
.
The
metrical
system
of
the
canine
original
,
which
recalls
the
intricate
alliterative
and
isosyllabic
rules
of
the
Welsh
englyn
,
is
infinitely
more
complicated
but
we
believe
our
readers
will
agree
that
the
spirit
has
been
well
caught
.
Perhaps
it
should
be
added
that
the
effect
is
greatly
increased
if
Owen
’
s
verse
be
spoken
somewhat
slowly
and
indistinctly
in
a
tone
suggestive
of
suppressed
rancour
.
The
curse
of
my
curses
Seven
days
every
day
And
seven
dry
Thursdays
On
you
,
Barney
Kiernan
,
Has
no
sup
of
water
To
cool
my
courage
,
And
my
guts
red
roaring
After
Lowry
’
s
lights
.
So
he
told
Terry
to
bring
some
water
for
the
dog
and
,
gob
,
you
could
hear
him
lapping
it
up
a
mile
off
.
And
Joe
asked
him
would
he
have
another
.
