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9 Tom. Why did you, not leave him when he used you so badly. Teag. Arra, dear shoy, I could never think to leave him while I could eat, he gave me so many good vic- uals, and promised to prefer me to be his own bone- Sicker. But by shaint Patrick, I had to run away with my life or all was done, else I had lost my dear houl and body too by him, and then come home much oorer than I went away. The great big bitch dog, which was my master's best beloved, put his head into pitcher, to lick out some milk, and when it was in he could not get it out; and I to save the pitcher got the Watchet and cut off the dog's head, and then I had to streak the pitcher to get out the head; by this I lost oth the dog and the pitcher. My master hearing of his swore he would cut the head off. me, for the poor sog was made useless, and could not see to follow any ody for want of his eyes. And when I heard of this, ran away with my own head, for if I had wanted it had lost my eyes too, then I would not have seen the buoad to Port Patrick, through Glen-nap but by shaint Patrick I came home alive in spite of them. Tom. O rarely done, Paddy, you behaved like a nan! but what is the reason that you Irish people wear always by saint: Patrick ? Teag. Arra dear honey, he was the best shaint in the world, the father of all good people in the kingdom, e has a great kindness for an Irishman, when he hears him calling on his name. Tom. But, Paddy, is saint Patrick yet alive? Teag, Arra dear honey, I dont know whether he be Head or alive, but it is a long time since they killed him; Le people all turned heathens, but he would not change his profession, and was going to run the country with it, fund for taking the gospel away to England, so the harbarous tories of Dublin cutted off his head; and, wimmed over to England, and carried his head in his eeth.