They're shuddered an' shocked at the cruel an' bloody dades iv war, yet who so quick do they lose their hearts to as the brave butcher-bye iv a sodger?
Why not?
The lad's done brave things, and the girls give him the warm soft smile.

Small reason, that, for me to be callin' him the devil's own cub.

Out upon ye, Matt McCarthy, for a crusty old sour-dough, with vitals frozen an' summer gone from yer heart! 'Tis an ossification ye've become! But bide a wee, Matt, bide a wee," he supplemented.
"Wait till ye've felt the fale iv his flesh." The opportunity came shortly, when St.Vincent, with Frona opposite, swept in the full thirteen tricks.
"A rampse!" Matt cried.

"Vincent, me lad, a rampse! Yer hand on it, me brave!" It was a stout grip, neither warm nor clammy, but Matt shook his head dubiously.

"What's the good iv botherin' ?" he muttered to himself as he shuffled the cards for the next deal.