I prophecy that, die when you may, you'll live to see your own funeral." "If you're wise," replied the young man, "you'll not provoke me now Jerry Sullivan may say what he wishes--he's safe, an he knows why; but I warn you, Donnel Dhu, to take no liberty with me; I'll not bear it.
"Troth, I don't blame Jerry Sullivan," rejoined the prophet.

"Of coorse no man would wish to have a son-in-law hanged.

It's in the prophecy that you'll go to the surgeons yet." "Did you foresee in your prophecies this mornin' that you'd get yourself well drubbed before night ?" asked Dalton, bristling up.
"No," said the other; "my prophecy seen no one able to do it." "You and your prophecy are liars, then," retorted the other: "an' in the doom you're kind enough to give me, don't be too sure but you meant yourself.

There's more of murdher an' the gallows in your face than there is in mine.

That's all I'll say, Donnel.