Indade, it's mesilf that has the harrt fer the childer.

You will be havin' childer av yer own," she added confidentially to the lawyer.
A shout of laughter filled the court room, for Staunton was a confirmed and notorious old bachelor.
"I have the bad fortune, Mrs.Fitzpatrick, to be a bachelor," he replied, red to the ears.
"Man dear, but it's hard upon yez, but it's Hivin's mercy fer yer wife." The laughter that followed could with difficulty be suppressed by the court crier.
"Go on, Mrs.Fitzpatrick, go on with your tale," said Staunton, who had frankly joined in the laugh against himself.
"I will that," said Mrs.Fitzpatrick with emphasis.

"Where was I?
The man an' his childer.

Sure, I'll tell Yer 'Anner." Here she turned to the judge.

"Fer he," with a jerk of her thumb towards the lawyer, "knows nothin' about the business at all, at all.