Faith you'll have a warm berth of it, Jemmy, an' well you desarve it." "Why then you circulating vagabone," replied Jemmy; "if you wern't a close friend to him, you'd not know his intentions so well.

Don't let out on yourself, man alive, unless you have the face to be proud of your acquaintance, which in throth is more than anyone, barrin' the same set, could be of you." "Well, well," retorted the pedlar, "sure blood alive, as we're all of the same connection, let us not quarrel now, but sarve another if we can.

Go an' tell the old blackguard I want to see him about business." "Will I tell him you're itchy about the houghs ?--eh?
However, the thruth is, that they,"-- and he pointed to the stocks--"might be justice, but no novelty to you.

The iron gathers is an ornament you often wore, an' will again, plase goodness." "Throth, and.

your ornament is one you'll never wear a second time--the hemp collar will grace your neck yet; but never mind, you're leadin' the life to desarve it.