“Begorra, sir,” said Paddy, “I would be only too glad to drive you there, and a long, long piece farther, for nothing, but I am afraid I can’t oblige you this time, ’cos I don’t think the harness would fit you.”
An Englishman traveling in Kilkenny, came to a ford and hired a boat to take him across. The water being more agitated than agreeable to him, he asked the boatman if any person was ever lost in the passage?
“Niver,” replied Pat; “me brother was drowned here last week, but we found him the next day.”
“’Ow did yer git that black eye, Pat?”
“Oi slipped an’ fell on me back.”
“But yer face ain’t on yer back.”
“No—naythur was Flannigan.”