It was not long, two days or three, until an inquiry was held; grand it was and its judgment was good. And the big-Wig asked: “Where is the man that found the body?”
“There are two of him,” says the peeler.
“Swear ’em,” says he, and Kilsheelan stepped up to a great murdering joker of a clerk, who gave him a book in his hand and roared at him: “I swear by Almighty God....”
“Yes,” says Kilsheelan.
“Swear it,” says the clerk.
“Indeed I do.”
“You must repeat it,” says the clerk.
“I will, sir.”
“Well, repeat it then,” says he.
“And what will I repeat?”