‘Yes, but she is.’ ‘What is’t you say?’ ‘Hould your prate.’
‘Arrah, teach your mother to feed ducks.’
‘Silence in the ranks. Keep silence there. Attention, Colooney!’
‘Yis, sir.’
‘Fire!’
‘What at, sir?’ asks Tom, taking an amateur glance of the company, who look not over satisfied at his scrutiny.
‘Fire in the air!’
Bang goes the piece, and a yell follows the explosion, while cries of ‘Well done, Tom,’ ‘Begorra, if a Protestant got that!’ and so on, greet the performance.