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And I need hardly say that it was raised to a ringing pitch that would have reached my ears had they been buried under twenty tarpaulins, "GOD bless ye for ivermore! Good luck to ye! fine weather to ye! health and strength to ye! May the knaves that would harm ye be made fools for your benefit, and may niver worse luck light on one hair of your head than the best blessings of Biddy Macartney!"
Make ready the house and prepare the bridal gyarments. Talk with her raysonable, an' thin thry unraysonable, and if she won't love ye peaceful, thin thry force; an' she'll folly ye thin, to the ind of the earth, an' love ye like a lamb. It's Batty has studied the sex. Now, wance there was a gyurl but no; I'll not yet thrust mesilf to spake o' that. God rist her asy ivermore!"
I wonder, Philip, if thy feyther had done a kind deed and a right deed and a merciful deed and some one as he'd been good to, even i' t' midst of his just anger, had gone and let on about him to th' judge, as was trying to hang him, and had getten him hanged, hanged dead, so that his wife were a widow, and his child fatherless for ivermore, I wonder if thy veins would run milk and water, so that thou could go and make friends, and speak soft wi' him as had caused thy feyther's death?
I wonder, Philip, if thy feyther had done a kind deed and a right deed and a merciful deed and some one as he'd been good to, even i' t' midst of his just anger, had gone and let on about him to th' judge, as was trying to hang him, and had getten him hanged, hanged dead, so that his wife were a widow, and his child fatherless for ivermore, I wonder if thy veins would run milk and water, so that thou could go and make friends, and speak soft wi' him as had caused thy feyther's death?
An' sure," he would add, "if we was wance there, we could fill our pockets in no time, an' then, hooray for ould Ireland! an' live like Imperors for ivermore." "But you forget, Barney, the account the hermit has given us of the mines. He evidently does not think that much is to be made of them." "Och! niver mind the hermit.
An' sure," he would add, "if we was wance there, we could fill our pockets in no time, an' then, hooray for ould Ireland! an' live like Imperors for ivermore." "But you forget Barney, the account the hermit has given us of the mines. He evidently does not think that much is to be made of them." "Och! niver mind the hermit.
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