Musha! it's myself would fain be back in London town after all.

There'll be none to know Judy O'Cahan here; and I've nigh forgotten the speech and manners of the place mysel'.

And my heart sinks for the sweet maiden." "Why, what ails her ?" I asked.

"Has she not come to her father's house ?" "Ay, ay, so it's called, so it's called.

'Tis Turlogh owns Castleroe, but 'tis my Lady of Cantire owns Turlogh.