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I wouldn't be as I am to-day. There's that half acre " "To the diouol, I say, I pitch yourself an' your half acre! Why do you be comin' acrass me wid your half acre? Eh? why do you?" "Come now; don't be puttin' your hands agin your sides, an waggin' your impty head at me, like a rockin' stone." "An' why do you be aggravatin' at me wid your half acre?" "Bekase I have a good right to do it.
I served the black dog for five years, and a more infernal tyrant never existed, nor a milder or more amiable woman than his wife. Now that you have his money, the sooner the devil gets himself the better." "To the black diouol wid yourself an' your Englified gosther," returned Nell indignantly; "his wife! Damno' orth, don't make my blood boil by speaking a word in her favor.
Here, Katty Murray, drop scrubbin' that dresser, an' put down, the midlin' pot for stirabout. Be livin' manim an diouol, woman alive, handle yourself; you might a had it boilin' by this. God presarve us! to be two days widout atin! Be the crass, Katty, if you're not alive, I'll give you a douse o' the churnstaff that'll bring the fire to your eyes! Do you hear me?"
"Hanim an diouol!" said Reillaghan, bitterly, in Irish, "but I doubt the red-handed villain has cut short the lives of my two brave sons! I only hope he may stop in the country: I'm not widout friends an' followers that 'ud think it no sin in a just cause to pay him in his own coin, an' to take from him an' his a pound o' blood for every ounce of ours they shed."
Phelim whistled "ulican dim oh," or, "the song of sorrow." At length he bounced to his feet, and exclaimed in a loud, rapid voice: "Ma chuirp an diouol! ould couple, but I'm robbed of my ten guineas by Sam Appleton!" "Robbed by Sam Appleton! Heavens above!" exclaimed the father. "Robbed by Sam Appleton! Gra machree, Phelim! no, you aren't!" exclaimed the mother.
"Your brother's daughter," he replied. "Be gorra," observed Phelim, "that's too provokin', an' what I wouldn't bear. Will ye keep the pace, I say, till I spake a word to Mrs Doran? Mrs. Doran, can I have a word or two wid you outside the house?" "To be sure you can," she replied; "I'd give you fair play, if the diouol was in you." Phelim, accordingly, brought her out, and thus accosted her,
"But I know where he's gone," said Phelim, "an' may the divil's luck go wid him, an' God's curse on the day I ever had anything to do wid that hell-fire Ribbon business! 'Twas he first brought me into it, the villain; an' now I'd give the town land we're in to be fairly out of it." "Hanim an diouol!" said the father, "is the ten guineas gone? The curse of hell upon him, for a black desaver!
Larry cared not, provided they had a son to inherit the "half acre." This was the burthen of his wishes, for in all their altercations, his closing observation usually was "well, but what's to become of the half acre?" "What's to become of the half acre? Arrah what do I care for the half acre? "Well, Sheelah? "Well, yourself, Larry? To the diouol I pitch your half acre, man."
Wife "Chorp an diouol, Brian, hould your tongue, Or I'll turn you out o' the kitchen. One can't hear their own ears for you, you poor squakin' dhrone. By the crass, I'll eh? Will you whisht, now?" Farmer "Go an. Amn't I dhrawin' my pipe?" Wife "Well dhraw it; but don't dhraw me down upon you, barrin . Do you hear me? an' the sthrange people to the fore, too!
"To the diouol you pitch What do you fly at me for?" "Who's flyin' at you? They'd have little tow on their rock that 'ud fly at you." "You are flyin' at me; an' only you have a hard face, you wouldn't do it." "A hard face! Indeed it's well come over wid us, to be tould that by the likes o' you! ha!" "No matther for that!
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