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Updated: June 26, 2025
If you manage your men as you manage your love-makin', small wondher they call you the worst corp'ril in the comp'ny. Come away, mother, sez she. "But divil a fut would the ould woman budge! 'D'you hould by that? sez she, peerin' up under her thick grey eyebrows. "'Ay, an wud, sez I, 'tho' Dinah give me the go twinty times.
Was there any wan in the Ould Rig'mint to touch Corp'ril Terence Mulvaney whin that same was turned out for sedukshin? I niver met him. Ivry woman that was not a witch was worth the runnin' afther in those days, an' ivry man was my dearest frind or I had stripped to him an' we knew which was the betther av the tu.
"'Go on wid ye, corp'ril, sez she. 'You're a flirrt. "'On me sowl I'm not, sez I. "'Then you're a cruel handsome man, an' that's worse, sez she, heaving big sighs an' lookin' crossways. "'You know your own mind, sez I. "''Twud be better for me if I did not, she sez. "'There's a dale to be said on both sides av that, sez I, unthinkin'.
I wonder now in thim days that my ears did not grow a yard on me head wid list'nin'. But I looked straight forninst me an' hauled up this an' dragged down that, such as was my duty, an' the orf'cers' ladies sez one to another, thinkin' I was out av listen-reach: "Fwhat an obligin' young man is this Corp'ril Mulvaney!" I was a Corp'ril then.
"Arrah, let me go, Corp'ril! let me go, I tell yez! 'Tis the banshee who knows it better than I? that heard the very spit of it the day my brother Mick was drowned in Waterford harbour, and me at Ballyroan that time in Queen's County, and a long twenty-five miles away as ever the crow flies!" "Ah, hold your whist, my son!
Wanst, bein' a fool, I wint into the married lines more for the sake av spakin' to our ould colour- sergint Shadd than for any thruck wid women-folk. I was a corp'ril then rejuced aftherwards, but a corp'ril then. I've got a photograft av mesilf to prove ut. "You'll take a cup av tay wid us?" sez Shadd. "I will that," I sez, "tho' tay is not my divarsion."
Oh, my time past, did I not; wid a lump in my throat as big as my valise an' my heart goin' like a farrier's forge on a Saturday morning? 'Twas "Good day to ye, Miss Dinah," an' "Good day t'you, corp'ril," for a week or two, and divil a bit further could I get bekaze av the respect I had to that girl that I cud ha' broken betune finger an' thumb.
'But all you'll ever take of Englan' will be same as you took before a tuppenny tip if you serves the soup up nice, or a penny tip if you gives an Englishman a proper clean shave. The rifle opposite banged again and the bullet slapped into the top of the parapet. 'That drawed 'im again, chuckled Private Robinson, 'but I wonder why the corp'ril didn't get a whack at 'im.
Oh, my time past, did I not; wid a lump in my throat as big as my valise an' my heart goin' like a farrier's forge on a Saturday morning? 'Twas 'Good day to ye, Miss Dinah, an' 'Good day t'you, corp'ril, for a week or two, and divil a bit further could I get bekaze av the respect I had to that girl that I cud ha' broken betune finger an' thumb."
I put my bodyweight behind the blow, but I hit nothing at all, an' near put my shoulther out. The Corp'ril man was not there, an' Annie Bragin, who had been watchin' from the veranda, throws up her heels, an' carries on like a cock whin his neck's wrung by the dhrummer-bhoy. I wint back to her, for a livin' woman, an' a woman like Annie Bragin, is more than a p'rade-groun' full av ghosts.
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