Or a struggle there'd been
Which on hearing would turn your heart sick.
For, though choking, could Peter scarce utter a word,
Of which Murphy enraged not a syllable heard,
But he took up his hat to be gone.
"For your sake, dame, I spare
That old wretch, but take care
That I never him catch out alone.
For, as sure as I live,
Such a hiding I'll give,