Patsy. Begorra, you're wilcome to no more watermillons, ye'll find!
John. "Ye guards of Liberty!"
Patsy. Ye little blackguard!
John. "I'm with you once again! I hold my hands to you,
To show they still are free!"
Patsy. Begorra, they're stained with watermillons, sure!
John. "I rush to you,
As though I could embrace you!"
(Runs into Patsy's arms.)
Patsy. Come on, I'm waiting for you! O, you blackguard! O, yes spalpeen! I've got yes!