"God bless your honour's family, and yourself!"
Soon some one that was sitting near the window cried out, "Oh, sir, there's a big hare scampering like the divil round the bawn. Will we run out and pin him?"
"Pin a hare indeed! much chance you'd have; sit where you are."
That hare made his escape into the garden, but Jack that was in the beggar's clothes soon let another out of the bag.
"Oh, master, there he is still pegging round. He can't make his escape: let us have a chase. The hall door is locked on the inside, and Mr. Jack can't get in."
"Stay quiet, I tell you."
In a few minutes he shouted out again that the hare was there still, but it was the third that Jack was just after giving its liberty. Well, by the laws, they couldn't be kept in any longer. Out pegged every mother's son of them, and the squire after them.
"Will I turn the spit, your honour, while they're catching the hareyeen?" says the beggar.
"Do, and don't let any one in for your life."
"Faith, an' I won't, you may depend on it."