“Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo—I'll never stay away agin, sir; indeed I won't, sir. Oh, sir, clear, pardon me this wan time; and if ever you cotch me doing the like agin, I'll give you lave to welt the sowl out of me.”—(Buz buz, buz.). “Behave yourself, Barny Byrne.”
“I'm not touching you.”
“Yes, you are; didn't you make me blot my Copy?”
“Ho, by the livin', I'll pay you goin' home for this.”
“Hand me the taws.”
“Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo—what'll I do, at all at all! Oh, sir dear, sir dear, sir dear—hoo-hoo-hoo.”
“Did she send no message, good or bad, before I lay on?”
“Oh, not a word, sir, only that my father killed a pig yestherday, and he wants you to go up to-day at dinner-time.”—(Buz, buz, buz.)
“It's time to get lave—it isn't, it is—it isn't, it is,” etc.
“You lie, I say, your faction never was able to fight ours; didn't we lick all your dirty breed in Builagh-battha fair?”