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An' so, begorra, they never stopt till it was all settled an' there was not sich a weddin' as that in the counthry sinst. It's more than forty years ago, an' though I was no more nor a gossoon myself, I remimber it like yestherday.
Every bite ye get in England manes that much less in an Irish mouth, an' the counthry is all starvin' becase England is fattenin'. All the young folks is gone out of the counthry; an' why did they go? Becase England makes the laws, an' becase she makes the laws to suit herself, an' to ruin us.
Sure, we're towld by thim that knows all about it, men that's grate scholars an' can spake out iligant. Why wouldn't we be allowed to sink a coal mine in our own counthry? Why wouldn't we be allowed to get the gowld that's all through the mountains? 'Tis the English that wants iverything for thimsilves, an' makes us all starvin' paupers intirely."
The dacentest of us went into the house for a while, taking the fiddler with us, and the rest, with the piper, staid on the green to dance, where they were soon joined by lots of the counthry people, so that in a short time there was a large number entirely.
"Thrue for you," said the Queen, "we have our own food and drink, but it's not the same that we get from human people. Ye know that same yourself, and it's you as much as any that'll be missin' them things when the O'Briens is gone." "That's the thrue word too," said the King; "it'll be the bad day for us all out, when they go. What for are they lavin' the counthry at all?"
"Wait," said Poll, "till you come to know it, and you'll say that." "No, but wait," observed Darby, "till the spread comes, and then you may say it." "What do you mean by the spread?" asked! the stranger. "Why, the spread o' the gospel of religion, to be shure," replied Darby; "and in this counthry," he added, "a glorious spread it is, the Lord be praised!
Ah, he was a sore blisther to that part of the counthry he lived in, and many a widow's an' orphan's curse he had.
"Whatever the dickens came over me," he imparted to Bridget when they were having a snack of bread and cheese between meals in the room allotted to the cook, who was now also housekeeper, "to go sharpenin' my tongue on that foolish little girl? It isn't for you an' me to be makin' fun of their quare names. 'Tis no credit to us if we have elegant names in the counthry we come from." "Aye, indeed.
'Thin, says me uncle Mike, 'I wash me hands iv th' whole invasion, he says. 'I'll throuble ye f'r me voucher, he says. 'I'm goin back to a counthry where they grow men that 'll stand up an' fight back, he says; an' he an' his la-ads wint over to Buf-falo, an' was locked up f'r rivolution.
In other nations it is the Irishman who rules. It is only in his own counthry that he is ruled. And the debt of hathred and misery and blasted lives and dead hopes is at our door today. Shall that debt be unpaid?" Look at the faces of yer brothers and sisthers, worn and starved. Look at yer women-kind, old before they've been young.
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