Sweeney. An I wud be if I was yer father, for thinkin' of the drrunken son I had.
Sullivan. Did ye see that dead rebel with his oye out?
Sweeney. The leftenant ate up all his corn cake while he wasn't noticin'.
Sullivan. It was lookin' at Sweeney put his oye out.
Sweeney. It's lucky for him he didn't see the pair av us.
Jonathan. Stop your yawping, you Paddies, and let a fellow sleep if he can. You're worse than an acre of tomcats.
Sullivan. To the divil wid ye! It's a pity this isn't all an Oirish company, for the credit of the Captin.
Touhey. Byes, it's mighty cowld slapin' with niver a blanket, nor a wife to one's back.
Sweeney. I wish a man 'ud ask me to lisht for three years more. Wouldn't I knock his head off?