This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1845 Excerpt: ...the noggin o' thick milk, a colleen dhas; an'.a gra ga'l mac/zree you wor, my darlin-the flower o' the flock, in troth, an' maybe that's no lie. Augh, augh! there's the hand large an' bountiful: hundhers o' thanks to you darlin', an' luck in lashins to where that came froml Here's God bless the cows, any way! Miss ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1845 Excerpt: ...the noggin o' thick milk, a colleen dhas; an'.a gra ga'l mac/zree you wor, my darlin-the flower o' the flock, in troth, an' maybe that's no lie. Augh, augh! there's the hand large an' bountiful: hundhers o' thanks to you darlin', an' luck in lashins to where that came froml Here's God bless the cows, any way! Miss Alley, yer health-wishin' it was betther for yer sake-an' a good husband to you, an' soon: thigun thu?-ah! ha, ha, ha l" " Why thin, Paul, what the dickens is this you've brought us?-eh Paul?" inquired Mrs. Sheridan. " Hah! well, well l" replied Paul wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his coat, " that's the stuff in arnest for milkl it's mate an' dhrink, so it is. Why, you see," he continued, giving his mouth another wipe with his gathered palm, " the visitation of it was this: I horrid him," pointing to the dog, "from Jemmy Duffy, Lord M--'s game keeper, to have some sport, as this was an idle day wid me. We went up the mountains till we came to Cullamore, when, sure enough a murdherin' fine lump of a hare stharted out, as big as ldunna what-the divil's luck to her this day, wherever she is, I pray Gimini! but she was the unfortunate hare to me. Ethen, Ma'am would she be ould.G-bson? for they say she's not right;-hard feedin' " You may puff away, Misther Owen; but any how it was a puff too many wid me this bout. I only wish this thievin' gun had hung fire-been as slow to go off wid herself as some people we know," replied Paul, with a wink at Alley, while he screwed his mouth at Owen, who did not notice him. "I suppose," said Alley, " that Owen wishes...
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