"I do hear you, an' did often feel you, too, for fraid hearin' wouldn't do. You think there's no places in the world but your own, I b'lieve. Faix, indeed! it's well come up wid us, to be randied about wid no less a switch than a churnstaff!" "Is it givin' back talk, you are? Bad end to me, if you look crucked but I'll lave you a mark to remimber me by.
"'Where's the rascally O'Callaghan that will place his toe or his shillely on this frieze? 'Is there no blackguard O'Hallaghan jist to look crucked at the coat of an O'Callaghan, or say black's the white of his eye? "'Troth and there is, Ned, avourneen, that same on the sod here. "'Is that Barney? "'The same, Ned, ma bouchal; and how is your mother's son, Ned?
Whoo!" he proceeded, cutting a caper more than a yard high, "show me the man now, that would dar to say bow to your beg pardon, ladies, I must be jinteel for your sakes that would dar, I say, to look crucked at you or one a' your family, and maybe the Cannie Soogah wouldn't rise the lap of his liver. Come, young ladies, shall I make my display?