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So away with the gineral, an' he ordhers out the forlorn hope, all' tells the band to play, an' everything else, just as Bonypart desired him. An' sure enough the Frinch was overjoyed beyant all bounds, an' small blame to them an' the Duke of Wellington, I'm toult, was never all out the same man sinst. At any rate, the news kem home how Billy Malowney was murdhered by the Frinch in furrin parts.
"There is," said Jimmy. "At laste in the fore siction. 'Appe' is Frinch, and manes atin'. 'Tite' is Irish, and manes drinkin'. Appetite manes atin' and drinkin' togither. 'Tite' manes drinkin' without atin', see?" "I was just goin' to mintion it meself," said Mary, "it's where you come in strong.
'Tis the one the Parley-voos claimed in the old war, and they call it the Frinch Broad." "But that flows north and westward, if I remember aright," said I. "So it do, so it do in gineral. But hereabouts 'twill run all ways for Sunday, by spells." "If this be the French Broad we are not yet out of the Tuckasege country, as I take it."
It's either the Frinch army that's in it, come to take the town iv Chapelizod by surprise, an' makin' no noise for feard iv wakenin' the inhabitants; or else it's it's what it's somethin' else. But, tundher-an-ouns, what's gone wid Fitzpatrick's shop across the way?"
"Moncrossen's got a gang Shtromberg's in ut, an' a Frinch cruiser named Lebolt, an' a boot-leggin' tree-spotter named Creed, that lives in Hilarity, an' a couple av worthless divils av sawyers that's too lazy fer honest wor-rk, but camps t'rough th' winter, trappin' an sawin' bird's-eye an calico ash on other men's land.
The way it happened, accordin' as the corporal tould him, was jist how the Jook iv Wellington detarmined to fight a rale tarin' battle wid the Frinch, and Bonyparty at the same time was aiqually detarmined to fight the divil's own scrimmidge wid the British foorces.
I would try him wi' Frinch, but it's clear as ditch wather that he's half drownded still." Convinced that Dan Horsey's "Toorko" was of no use, the fishermen at length allowed him to retire. While this scene was enacting in the cottage, I was hasting up from the beach, where the lifeboat men had rendered good service that night.
"Other gin'rals iv th' r-rough-house kind, like Napoleon Bonypart, th' impror iv th' Frinch, Gin'ral Ulis S. Grant, an' Cousin George Dooley, hired coarse, rude men that wudden't know th' diff'rence between goluf an' crokay, an' had their pants tucked in their boots an' chewed tobacco be th' pound.
"Sure, your honour, a military life disagreed intirely wid me health, and I thought it best to take Frinch leave, to save me comrades the trouble of burying, me," answered Barney. "Sure, I niver dreamed of deserting." "And you, Mr. Klitz, what have you to say?" asked the lieutenant.
And agin th' Dutch Frinch I have nawthin' t' say. If he be a Dutch Frinchmin let him come. Was he that?" "Sure, I don't know," said Mrs. Muldoon, perplexed. "He was a pleasant-spoken man, enough. 'T is a professor he is." "There be many kinds of professors," said Mike. "Sure!" agreed Mrs. Muldoon. "This wan is a professor of fleas." Mike Flannery grinned silently at his plate.
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