“'Who's that,' said Bob, 'talking about hanging Papishes? Where—where are they to be hanged? Under God, I have seen more of the villains hanged than any other frail sinner in the province. Oh, it is a consoling—a sustaining sight!'
“'What's the reason, then, that the Protestant gentry of the country don't stand by their own? Why do they deal with Papishes? By Japers they don't daserve us to stand by them.'
“'I say, Fulton, it's a d—d lie. I was at the wrecking of the Ballygrass Threshers, when you shabbed sickness and wouldn't go.'
“'And I am glad I didn't. A purty business you made of it—to pull down the houses, and wreck the furniture about the ears of a set of women and children; I say such conduct is disgraceful to Orangemen.'
“'An' what the devil right have you to expect the sargeantship, then, when you won't perform its duties?'
“'I don't care a d—n about you or it. The Pope in the pillory, the pillory in h—l—'
“'—Sent the bullet through his palm, and kept his finger and thumb together ever since—
“'Lerolero lillibullero, lillibullerobuuenela.'—
'—Sleet or slaughter, holy water,
Sprinkle the Catholics every one;
Cut them asunder, and make them lie undher,
The Protestant boys will carry their own.—.
“'They can never stand the guns—the lead makes them fly—and, by Japers, they'll get it.—'