Well, your hanner, the Orange is now in the kennel, and the Croppies have it all their own way." "And perhaps," said I, "before I die, the Orange will be out of the kennel and the Croppies in, even as they were in my young days." "Who knows, your hanner?
and who knows that I may not play the old tune round Willie's image in College Green, even as I used some twenty-seven years ago ?" "Oh then you have been an Orange fiddler ?" "I have, your hanner.

And now as your hanner has behaved like a gentleman to me I will tell ye all my history.

I was born in the city of Dublin, that is in the village of Donnybrook, as I tould your hanner before.

It was to the trade of bricklaying I was bred, and bricklaying I followed till at last, getting my leg smashed, not by falling off the ladder, but by a row in the fair, I was obliged to give it up, for how could I run up the ladder with a patten on my foot, which they put on to make my broken leg as long as the other.

Well your hanner, being obliged to give up my bricklaying, I took to fiddling, to which I had always a natural inclination, and played about the streets, and at fairs, and wakes, and weddings.