if it weren't for 'Enry--Johnny, 'e can't pass the drink, and now 'ere's this young swine started to nose arter the wimmin." "There's good stuff in the lads, I'm sure of it.

They're just sowing their wild oats." "They'll sow no h'oats with me." "I tell you what it is, Mr.Ocock, you need a woman about your place, to make it a bit more homelike," said Mahony, calling to mind the pigstye in which Ocock and his sons housed.
"Course I do!" agreed Ocock.

"And Melia, she'll come out to 'er daddy soon as ever th'ol' woman kicks the bucket.-- Drat 'er! It's 'er I've got to thank for all the mischief." "Well, well!" said Mahony, and rising knocked out his pipe on the log.
Did his old neighbour once get launched on the subject of his wife's failings, there was no stopping him.

"We all have our crosses." "That I 'ave.

And I'm keepin' you outer your bed, doc., with me blather.