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I'd advise you to thry. "Och! my owld granny sleeps with her head on a stone, 'Now, Malach, don't throuble the gals when I'm gone! I thried to obey her; but, och, I am shure, There's no sorrow on earth that the angels can't cure. "Och! "Malach!" shouted a laughing group. "How was it that the old lady taught you to go a-courting? "Arrah, that's a sacret!
"Shure, you do not forget your own Eily the girl you made into the picthur, your colleen oge! But maybe it's the jiwils and the clothes that has changed me; it's mighty grand they make me, to be sure, but it was so you should not be ashamed of me I put them on. Arrah, shpake to me, and let me hear the sound of your voice!" She looked pleadingly into his eyes, but he was speechless.
Well, his Holiness was frighted, and the almoner ran out, and brought in his Holiness's attendants, and they laid hold of me, but I struggled hard, and said, 'I will not go without my pack; arrah, your Holiness! make them give me my pack, which Shorsha gave me in Dungarvon times of old; but my struggles were of no use.
"Aye, she's all that, ivery inch of her from truck to kelson," he answered equally enthusiastically; "an' so's our foorst mate, a sailor all over from the sole av his fut to the crown av his hid." "And the captain," I inquired, "what sort of a man is he?" "Arrah, now you're axin' questions," he rejoined with a sly look from his roguish eyes.
Carew, walking through the High-street, had a mind to refresh himself with a nip of punch; the first public house he chanced to come to was kept by an Irishman, and asking him if he sold punch, Yes, my dear honey, replied the man. Arrah, says Mr. Carew, are you my countryman, dear joy? quite in the Irish brogue.
Presently the other, observing the light of a firefly in the room, called to his bedfellow, "Arrah, Mike, sure your plan's no good, for, bedad, here's one of them looking for us wid a lantern!" Our specimens may be now concluded with what is probably the best of the old Greek jokes. The father of a man of Cumæ having died at Alexandria, the son dutifully took the body to the embalmers.
The boy half caught it, and wildly yet cleverly balanced it on the lid, but it would have rolled next moment into the sink, if Phil had not made a dart forward, caught it like a football, and bowled it back into the pot. "Well done! splendidly done!" cried the boy, setting down his pot. "Arrah!
Ve vill give der yoonger a chance," the brewer said. When Dennis called the next day, he was "spacheless" at the new developments. He wrung Peter's hand. "Arrah, what can Oi say to yez?" he exclaimed finally. Then having found something, he quickly continued: "Now, Patsy Blunkers, lookout for yezself. It's the divil Oi'll give yez in the primary this year."
Often I heard strange cries and the sound of human voices; then I fancied that I saw a canoe stealing out from a dark creek, about to intercept us. I tried to exert myself, but my arms refused to obey my will. "Arrah now, Mr.
A strange dog had passed the night under Francesca's bed, and the porter was giving him what he called 'a good hand and fut downstairs. He had put down the hot water for this operation, and on taking up the burden again we heard him exclaim: "Arrah! look at that now! May the divil fly away with the excommunicated ould jug!"
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