She’s from Dunlary;
And her mother keeps a little candy-store.”
“That settles it,” says the Queen. “It’s the gaoler you’ll serenade next.”
When Essex heard that, he thrimbled so much that the button of his cuirass shook off and rowled under the dhressin’-table.
“Arrest that man,” says the Queen, when the Head-Constable came to the door; “arrest that thrater,” says she, “and never let me set eyes on him again.”
And indeed she never did, and soon after that he met with his death from the skelp of an axe he got when he was standin’ on Tower Hill.
William Percy French (1854).
THE AMERICAN WAKE.[43]
’Twas down at the Doherty’s “wake,”
(They were off to New York in the morning),