Well, your hanner, seeing no prospect for myself in my own country, and having incurred some little debts, for which I feared to be arrested, I came over to England and Wales, where with little content and satisfaction I have passed seven years." "Well," said I; "thank you for your history--farewell." "Stap, your hanner; does your hanner think that the Orange will ever be out of the kennel, and that the Orange boys will ever walk round the brass man and horse in College Green as they did of ould ?" "Who knows ?" said I.

"But suppose all that were to happen, what would it signify to you ?" "Why then divil be in my patten if I would not go back to Donnybrook and Dublin, hoist the Orange cockade, and become as good an Orange boy as ever." "What," said I, "and give up Popery for the second time ?" "I would, your hanner; and why not?
for in spite of what I have heard Father Toban say, I am by no means certain that all Protestants will be damned." "Farewell," said I.
"Farewell, your hanner, and long life and prosperity to you! God bless your hanner and your Orange face.

Ah, the Orange boys are the boys for keeping faith.

They never served me as Dan O'Connell and his dirty gang of repalers and emancipators did.

Farewell, your hanner, once more; and here's another scratch of the illigant tune your hanner is so fond of, to cheer up your hanner's ears upon your way." And long after I had left him I could hear him playing on his fiddle in first-rate style the beautiful tune of "Down, down, Croppies Lie Down.".