When we can have our own,
And the Black Earl will come to us
Begging the bacach’s bone!
[THE TINKERS]
“One ciarog knows another ciarog,
And why shouldn’t I know you, you rogue?”
“They say a stroller will never pair
Except with one of his kind and care . . .”
So talked two tinkers prone in the shough—
And then, as the fun got a trifle rough,