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Updated: May 25, 2025

You see, sir, the Agint was shot one night; an' above all nights in the year, your honor, a thief of a toothache that I had kep me" "Pether, come away, abouchal: his honor kaows as much about it as you do, Come, aroon; you know we must help to scald an' scrape the pig afore night, an' it's late now." "Bodad, sir, she's a sweet one, this."

William Carleton - Phil Purcel, The Pig-Driver; The Geography Of An Irish Oath; The Lianhan Shee: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of: William Carleton, Volume Three