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 PADY FROM CORK. 7

Tom. And how did you recompence your maſter for the loſs of your bottle of wine.

Teag. Arra, dear ſhoy, I had a mind to cheat him and myſelf too, for I took the bottle away to the black-ſmith and deſired him to mend it, that I might go to the butcher and get it full of bloody water, but he told me he could not work in any thing but ſteel and iron, Arra, ſaid I, if I were in my own kingdom, I could get a blackſmith who could make a bottle out of a ſtone and a ſtone out of nothing.

Tom. And how did you trick your maſter out of the wine?

Teag. Why the old man began to chide me, aſking me how I broke it, then I held up the other as high as my head, and let it fall on the ground on a ſtone which broke it all to pieces likewiſe; now ſaid I, maſter, that's the way, and then he beat me very heartily, until I had to ſhout out murder and mercy all at once.

Tera. 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 victuals, and promiſed to prefer me to be his own bone picker; but by ſhaint Patrick, I had to run away with my life or all was done, elſe I had loſt my dear ſhoul and body too, by him, and then. I came home much poorer then I went away. The great-big bitch dog, that was my maſter's beſt beloved, put in her head into a pitcher to lick out ſome milk, when it was in the could not get it out, and I to ſave the pitcher got the hatchet and cut off the dog's head, and then I had to break the pitcher before, I got out the head, by this I loſt both the dog and the pitcher. My maſter, hearing this, ſwore he would cut the head off me, for the poor dog was made uſeleſs and cou d not ſee to follow any body for want of his eyes; and when I heard of this. I ran away with my own head, for if I had wanted it, I had loſt my eyes too, then I would not have ſeen the road to Part Patrick, through

Glennap, but by ſhaint Patrick, I came home alive in ſpit of them all.

Tom. O rarely done, Pady, you behaved like a man