Oh, the wearin’ of ther green;
Shure, they’re hangin’----”
The ballad came to a sudden and untimely end.
Pomp picked up a waste rag covered with oil.
It struck Barney flat between the eyes and nearly floored him. The Celt picked himself up to hear Pomp singing with great eclat:
“Ches’nuts, ches’nuts, nice an’ hot,
Jumpin’ in de roastin’ pot.
Hit him hard an’----”
Barney let out a roar that drowned the concluding stanza and tumbled down into the cabin.
But he had not left the field yet.