Troth, I’d go to jail for theft.

She—Barney! Barney, shtop yer foolin’!

Or I’ll soon begin to scould.

Sure, I’d like to know what school in

Did ye learn to be so bould?

He—Och! it’s undher Masther Cupid

That I learned me A, B, C.

She—That the scholar wasn’t stupid,

Faith, is very plain to see.

He—Ah, then Eily, but the blush is