So its's true that women are worse than men
For they went down to Hell and were threw out again
Irish Sentiment
'Come home now,' ses I, 'asy' and threw my leg across her.
BE GABERS!
no sooner was I on her bare back than
WHOO! HOLY ROCKET!
she was over the gate, an' tearin' like mad afther the hounds.
'YOICKS!' ses I,...'come back! the thief of the world!,
where are you takin' me to!?' as she went through the huntin' field
an' laid me beside the masther of the hounds, Squire Foley himself.
He turned the colour of his leather breaches.
'MOTHER OF MOSES!' ses he,'is that Con the Shaughraun
on my brown mare?'
'Bad Luck to me!' ses I.
'It's no one else!'--'You shtole my horse' says the Squire.
'THAT'S A LIE!' ses I,'for it was your horse shtole ME!'
'The Shaughraun'
Dion Larder Boucicault
1820-1890
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ST PATRICK
Ego Patricius peccator rusticissimus et
minimus omnium fildelium et contemptibilissimus
apud plurimos.
Confessio
I am Patrick, a sinner, the least learned
of men, least of all the faithful, most
worthless in the eyes of many.
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