. Homespun verses . n in the mug,An young Tim Leenane tapped him unrther the lug;An be jabers, the gethrin was in a turnmoil,Whin down kem the peelers McQuinn and Fermoyle,An, musha, they worrent a minute too soon,For the life was near bet from the wandherin gos-soon;Thin they marched me lad off wid great nise an uproar,An smudtherin crowds both behind an before. So they tuk him at wance to Judge Larry ONail, An the mistiness an Darby raypated their tale,How this omadhaun darred a gud man out to fight,An thin ducked his head be rayson o fright()v a shtone in the ruction, therefore in it kem— p
. Homespun verses . n in the mug,An young Tim Leenane tapped him unrther the lug;An be jabers, the gethrin was in a turnmoil,Whin down kem the peelers McQuinn and Fermoyle,An, musha, they worrent a minute too soon,For the life was near bet from the wandherin gos-soon;Thin they marched me lad off wid great nise an uproar,An smudtherin crowds both behind an before. So they tuk him at wance to Judge Larry ONail, An the mistiness an Darby raypated their tale,How this omadhaun darred a gud man out to fight,An thin ducked his head be rayson o fright()v a shtone in the ruction, therefore in it kem— pop!—An thats how he bruck all the glass in the shop,Five- anforty goold guineas all at wance whipped away, Plaze yer Honors tine worship, for justice we pray. Was the stone fairly aimed? Twas, indadc. sir, sez nianny;Officers, sarch the bould vagabone—see if hes annyMoney! He has. sir, fifty guineas tin shillin, Thin this coort will give siutence agin the red villyun;An our judgment is, in this prisoners case,. That for housebreakin, riot and braitch of the paceHe be fined the amount just removed from his purse—Fifty guineas tin shillin—an be glad its no worse. Misther Clark, take the fine, an pay Misther Dun-moreThe forty-five guineas to which he just swore,Retain five to pay fees, costs, ixpinses an all,An shtand thrate wid tin shillins at the Hole-in-the- Wall;An if iver we catch this man in the attimptTo return to ould Galway hell be found in contimpt,An where is the lawyer dar take an appaleTo ralaise a Far-Down from a Connaught mans jail. Thin the bys raised a shout an hurrooed wid great vilence,An the crier shplit his gullet bawlin Ordher an silence;An the coort adjourned shortly, an the awjince immaygintWint down to Dunmores in a wondherful paygint;An the misthress an Darby gey the best uv gud cheer,There was whiskey galore, an lashins o beer;Dhrink hearty, sez Darby, from the bar shmilin down,I med tin guineas clear on the bloody Far-Down. 180 HOMESPCX VERSES
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