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"I'm towld that there's to be a Parlimint in Galway city that's to find imploymint for the people, an' that ivery man is to have five acres of good land for nothin', and that if it isn't good land he is to have ten acres, and that there's to be an Oirish King in Dublin, an' that all the sojers an' pleecemen is to be put out o' the counthry, an' all Protestants is to go to England, an' that's all very good, but the Protestants might be allowed to stay, for they're dacent folks, but thin they say that nobody's to howld land but the Catholics."
I am going to try to get up a little company of old soldiers for patrol duty." "All right, mine captain, and I will be the first freiwilliger. But I don't dink you wants rifles. Revolvers and clubs like the pleecemen dat's de dicket." "Have you got them?" "Oh, yes, and the belts thereto. I got der gondract to furnish 'em to de city."
Hardy chuckled again, "'Ere comes one o' them Mounted Pleecemen, me dear, orl comb an' spurs, mark time in front there. . . !" And he emitted an imitation of a barnyard cackle. McCullough shot a glance at Redmond's face. "Can th' grief" he remarked unsympathetically, "you're fly enough usually . . . but you fairly asked for it that time." Hardy spat into a cuspidor with long-range accuracy.
Why don't you tie him up?" "'Cause I wasn't born a doctor," grumbled Joey. "Hops is my line I can tie them up. Thought you pleecemen did that sort of thing." The constable coughed. "How long will the doctor be?" he said. "All depen's whether he's at home or not. P'raps he's gone on a twenty mile round." "Then we'd better get a door and carry him somewhere," suggested the policeman.
It's dreadful smelly even going by a saloon, so I don't see how they can. I think it would be very nice if pleecemen would think once in a while about stopping such things as drunkers, but they probably like to have saloons around for themselves. A nice thing would be, to have ladies, like your mother and me, for pleecemen.
There's bin no end a' sbirros them's the pleecemen, you know miss scourin' the country after them; but don't look so scared-like, cushla, for they ain't found 'em yet, an' that feller Bacri, who, in my opinion, is the honestest man among the whole bilin' of 'em, he's bin an' found out w'ere they're hidin', an " here the seaman's voice descended to a hoarse whisper, while his eyes and wrinkled forehead spoke volumes "an' he's put me in commission to go an help 'em!"
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