spictators

Updated: May 22, 2025

Arrah, but then there's the heart's delight between us. 'Mother! says he. 'Micky! says I. And he lifts his foot and kicks over the barra, and dances me round in his arms, 'Ochone! says the spictators; 'there's the fine coffee that's running into the dock. 'Let it run, says I, in the joy of me heart, 'and you after it, and the barra on the top of ye, now Micky me son's come home!"

Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing - We and the World, Part II : A Book for Boys