"Now, saving your prisence, by this and by that!

The murthering brute will not budge—not a fut."

Says the Priest, "Why not bate her?" Oh wasn't he cute!

"Is it batin'?" says Pat. "By the Saint in my hat!

'Tisn't batin' she cares for—bad luck to the slut!

Ochone and ochone! if I'd only a stone——!"

"A stone!" says the Priest—ah thin, wasn't he artful?—

"A stone! Why, ye omadhaun, look at yer cartfull!"