The blind harper, O'Neill, with his harp, that struck up 'Gracey Nugent.' And that finished, and my Lord Colambre smiling, with the tears standing in his eyes too, and the OULD lord quite wiping his, I ran to the TIRrass brink to bid O'Neill play it again; but as I run, I thought I heard a voice call Larry.
'Who calls Larry ?' says I.
'My Lord Colambre calls you, Larry,' says all at once; and four takes me by the shoulders and spins me round.

'There's my young lord calling you, Larry--run for your life.' So I run back for my life, and walked respectful, with my hat in my hand, when I got near.
'Put on your hat, my father desires it, says my Lord Colambre.

The ould lord made a sign to that purpose, but was too full to speak.

'Where's your father ?' continues my young lord.--' He's very ould, my lord,' says I.'I didn't ask you how ould he was,' says he; 'but where is he ?'--'He's behind the crowd below, on account of his infirmities; he couldn't walk so fast as the rest, my lord,' says I; 'but his heart is with you, if not his body.

'I must have his body too, so bring him bodily before us; and this shall be your warrant for so doing,' said my lord, joking; for he knows the NATUR of us, Paddy, and how we love a joke in our hearts, as well as if he had lived all his life in Ireland; and by the same token will, for that rason, do what he pleases with us, and more maybe than a man twice as good, that never would smile on us.
But I'm telling you of my father.