Surely you wouldn't murdher this ould man and make the sowl within your body redder--if the thing's possible--than the head that's on the top of it, though in throth I don't think it's by way of ornament it's there either.

Come, come, Randal, my man, this is all _feastalagh_ (nonsense).
You only want to frighten the gentleman.

As for your uncle, man alive, all I can say is that he was a friend to your family, and to religion too, that sent him on his travels." "Take off your gallowses" (braces)! said the Rapparee; "take them off, a couple of you--for, by all the powers of darkness, they'll both go to the bottom of the loch together, back to back.

Down you'll go, Andy." "By my soul, then," replied the unflinching servant, "if we go down you'll go up; and we have those belongin' to us that will see you kiss the hangman yet.

Yerra, now, above all words in the alphabet what could put a gallows into your mouth?
Faith, Randal, it's about your neck it'll go, and you'll put out your tongue at the daicent people that will attend your own funeral yet--that is, if you don't let us off." "Put them both to their knees," said the Rapparee in a voice of thunder, "to their knees with them.