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"Then here goes!" said Goggins, who started another long ballad about Jimmy Barlow, in the opening of which all joined. It ran as follows: "My name it is Jimmy Barlow, I was born in the town of Carlow, And here I lie in the Maryborough jail, All for the robbing of the Wicklow mail. Fol de rol de rol de riddle-ido!"
"That's no rule," said Goggins: "the Lord Chief Justice always goes to bed, they say, with six tumblers o' potteen under his belt; and dhrink it myself." "Arrah, how do you get it?" said Larry. "From a gentleman, a friend o' mine, in the Custom-house." "A-dad, that's quare," said Larry, laughing. "Oh, we see queer things, I tell you," said Goggins, "we gentlemen of the law."
Edward did not seem quite to sympathise with his amiability, so Goggins returned to the charge, while Tom and Dick were exchanging a few words with James Reddy.
Billy Barnes, it had been settled, was to wait at the aerodrome in order to save weight. "Why, there's two red lights at the railroad crossing there and the village is just beyond," cried Farmer Goggins; "but, boys, don't risk your necks on my account." "Oh, we are not risking our necks," laughed Frank reassuringly; "but, tell me, is there a good meadow or a bit of flat land there to light on?"
"Sometimes, in all their poverty and difficulty, I envy the 'fatal fatality, as the poet says, of such men in catching ideas." "That's the genteel name for it," says Larry. "Oh!" exclaimed Goggins, enthusiastically, "I know the satisfaction of catching a man, but it's nothing at all compared to catching an idea. For the man, you see, can give hail and get off, but the idea is your own for ever.
"Swear examinations against a cat, indeed! pooh! pooh!" "My dear sir," said Murtough, "remember this is a fair story, and that the country all around here is full of enchantment. As I was telling you, Tom went off to swear examinations." "Ay, ay!" shouted all but Goggins; "go on with the story."
"Because I don't like." "Ah!" exclaimed Goggins. "Well, maybe you're afraid yourself," said Jim, "if you towld thruth." "Just to show you how little I'm afeard," said Goggins, with a swaggering air, "I'll sing another song about Jimmy Barlow." "You'd better not," said Larry Hogan. "Let him rest in pace!" "Fudge!" said Goggins. "Will you join chorus, Jim?" "I will," said Jim, fiercely.
Edward and Dick were near coming in for some hard usage from Goggins, conceiving it might be a preconcerted attempt on the part of his prisoners and their newly arrived friends to achieve a rescue; and while he was rolling about on the ground, he roared to his evil-visaged janitor to look to the door first, and keep him from being "murthered" after.
"But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any other way you can." "To be sure," said Goggins, "I have seen a litherary gentleman in a sponging-house do crack things on the wall with a bit of burnt stick, rather than be idle they must execute." "Ha!" says Larry.
Guy Bolding. "Humph! I should be content to live and die in the Bush, nothing like it, if women were not so scarce. To think of the redundant spinster population at home, and not a spinster here to be seen within thirty miles, save Bet Goggins, indeed, and she has only one eye! But to return to Vivian: why should it be our object, more than his, to get back to England as soon as we can?"
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