Luk slidin' on a greased pole." "Comin' so luk the devil they did n't dast git 'n er way," said Thurst. "We wus all rippin' th' air 'ith them air joemightyful big sabres, tew," D'ri went on. "Hed a purty middlin' sharp edge on us. Stuck out luk a haystack right 'n' left." He began bringing wood as he sang the chorus of his favorite ballad: Li toorul I oorul I oorul I ay, etc.