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"'I cannot, your hanner; my fingers never learnt to play such a blackguard tune; but if ye wish to hear "Croppies Get Up" I can oblige ye. "'You are a Roman Catholic, I suppose? "'I am not, your hanner I am a Catholic to the backbone, just like my father before me. Come, your hanner, shall I play ye "Croppies Get Up"? "'No, said I; 'It's a tune that doesn't please my ears.
There were a round dozen of them here last night drinking death and damnation to the croppies till the small hours. This morning it was who would get his breakfast and his horse first. You never saw such scrambling." "You and your father stayed," said Neal. "Yes. Is it likely my lord would ride away from danger? You know him, Neal." The girl entered with a basket on her arm.
At length some of the repalers and emancipators knowing that I was a first-rate hand at fiddling came to me and tould me, that if I would give over playing Croppies Lie Down and other Orange tunes, and would play Croppies Get Up, and what not, and become a Catholic and a repaler, and an emancipator, they would make a man of me so as my Orange trade was gone, and I was half-starved, I consinted, not however till they had introduced me to Daniel O'Connell, who called me a cridit to my country, and the Irish Horpheus, and promised me a sovereign if I would consint to join the cause, as he called it.
A yell of triumph greeted the fall. The soldiers stamped on the board with their heavy boots and hacked at it with their swords. Then another man mounted the ladder with a splintered fragment in his hand. He whirled it round his head, and flung it far down the street. "There's for the rebelly sign," he shouted. "There's for Dumouriez! There's the way we treat damned French and Irish croppies."
'When I was in Lodge Eleventeen, eleven-teen no, seventeen, ay, seventeen we always, undher God, drank it with cheers. Some of them danced but othes I won't name them, that were more graciously gifted, chorused it with that blessed air of 'Croppies lie Down, and sometimes with the precious psalm of the 'Boyne Water. "'I'm obliged to Mr.
"A celebrated place," said I. "Your hanner may say that; all the world has heard of Donnybrook, owing to the humours of its fair. Many is the merry tune I have played to the boys at that fair." "You are a professor of music, I suppose?" "And not a very bad one, as your hanner will say, if you allow me to play you a tune." "Can you play Croppies Lie Down?"
Farewell, your hanner, once more; and here's another scratch of the illigant tune your hanner is so fond of, to cheer up your hanner's ears upon your way. "And long after I had left him I could hear him playing on his fiddle in first-rate style the beautiful tune of 'Down, down, Croppies Lie Down."
The rest, three of them with wounds, fled, yelling, down the lane. "The croppies are on us! Hell and murder! We're dead men!" There were about twenty of them, all well armed, but a night surprise has a tendency to shake the firmest nerves. Captain Twinely and his fellow-officer played no very heroic part.
Her cheek near his sleeve, she studied a dozen village pictures. They were streaky; she saw only trees, shrubbery, a porch indistinct in leafy shadows. But she exclaimed over the lakes: dark water reflecting wooded bluffs, a flight of ducks, a fisherman in shirt sleeves and a wide straw hat, holding up a string of croppies.
"No," said M'Clean, in reply to Val, "we did not; all we did was to play 'Croppies lie Down, as we passed the house, and fire three volleys over it not into it; but if there was e'er a one among us with a bad aim you know, that wasn't his fault or ours; ha ha by Japers," said he in a low, confidential whisper, "we frightened the seven senses out of him, at any rate the bloody Papist rascal for sure they are all that, and be d d to them."
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