"He said the Park Commishioners be blowed, an' he cood do good enough wurruk fer them on roast bafe, an' wad Oi git roast bafe the nixt toime?
"Oi said, 'My darlint, av coorse Oi'll git roast bafe the nixt toime, but we moost ate all the Spring lamb foorst.'
"Well, ye see it took me hoosband several days to git away wid the Spring lamb, but he foinly got trough wid the job, an' thin Oi took the bit av skin wid the hair on, phat Oi had saved as a guarantay av good faith, an' Oi wint down to the market. Oi hoonted up the beautiful Dootchman, an' sez Oi:
"'Have you enny noice mate this mornin', Dootchy?'
"'Phat koind wad you loike this mornin', Mrs. Flynn?' sez he.
"'Oi ate nothin' but the best,' sez Oi.
"'How wad a noice bit av Spring lamb soot?' sez he.
"'Tanks,' sez Oi. 'Spring lamb is a bit high-toned fer me. Oi'll take a foine large steak av ye plaze.'
"'About how large?' sez he.
"'About tin pounds,' sez Oi, 'an' a foine juicy wan, av ye plaze.'