"Huzza for noble Colonel B the rale Irish gintlemen, that wouldn't see his tenants put upon by a villain! Huzza! Hell resave yees, shout! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huz tundher-an'-ounze, my voice is cracked! Where's his coach? where's his honor's coach? Come, boys, out wid it, out wid it! Tattheration to yees, come! We'll dhraw it to the divil, to hell an' back agin, if it plases him!