Then the cards being called for, they play'd,
Till Larry found one of them cheated;
Quick he made a hard rap at his head--
The lad being easily heated,
'So ye chates me bekase I'm in grief!
O! is that, by the Holy, the rason?
Soon I'll give you to know you d--d thief!
That you're cracking your jokes out of sason,
And scuttle your nob with my fist'.
V
Then in came the priest with his book
He spoke him so smooth and so civil;
Larry tipp'd him a Kilmainham look, [7]
And pitch'd his big wig to the devil.
Then raising a little his head,
To get a sweet drop of the bottle,
And pitiful sighing he said,
'O! the hemp will be soon round my throttle,
And choke my poor windpipe to death!'