"Now, gintlemin," says Moran, "I advise you to buy this rum, 7s. 6d. a gallon! going, going! Gintlemin, I was once a sojer don't laugh, you officers there, for I was and a sirjeant into the bargain. It wasn't in the Irish militia bad luck to you, liftenant, for laughing that way, it will spoil the rum! I was the tip-top of the sirjeants of the regiment long life to it!