Good mornin’ til yez, yer honor! And are yez the gintlemon
As advertised, in the paper, for an active intilligint b’y?
Y’ are? Thin I’ve brought him along wid me,--a raal fine sprig iv a wan:--
As likely a b’y iv his age, sur, as iver ye’d wish til empl’y.[[1]]
That’s him. Av coorse I’m his mither! Yez can see his resimblance til me,
Fur ivery wan iv his faytures, and mine, are as like as two paze,--
Barrin’ wan iv his hivenly eyes, which he lost in a bit iv a spree
Wid Hooligan’s b’y, which intinded to larrup me Teddy wid aize.
And is it rid-headed ye call him? Belike he is foxey, is Ted;
And goold-colored hair is becomin’ til thim that’s complicted wid blonde!