This is the Bog of Allen you're travelling now, and they tell there's not the like of it in the three kingdoms.' 'I trust there's not!' 'The English, they say, has no bogs.

Nothing but coal.' 'Quite true.' 'Erin, _ma bouchal_ you are! first gem of the say! that's what Dan O'Connell always called you.

Are you gettin' tired with the stick ?' 'I'm tired of your wretched old beast, and your car, and yourself, too,' said Walpole; 'and if I were sure that was the castle yonder, I'd make my way straight to it on foot.' 'And why wouldn't you, if your honour liked it best?
Why would ye be beholden to a car if you'd rather walk.

Only mind the bog-holes: for there's twenty feet of water in some of them, and the sides is so straight, you'll never get out if you fall in.' 'Drive on, then.

I'll remain where I am; but don't bother me with your talk; and no more questioning.' 'By coorse I won't--why would I?
Isn't your honour a gentleman, and haven't you a right to say what you plaze; and what am I but a poor boy, earning his bread.