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 Tom. And bow did you crick your reader out of it? Teag. Why the old rogue began to chide me, asking me what way I broke it; then I held up the other as high as my head, and lets it fall to the ground on a stone, which broke it all in pieces likewise; now said I master, that's the way, and then he beat me very heartily, until I had to shout mercy and murder at once.

Tom. Why did you not leave him, when he used you to badly? Teog. 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 bone-picker; but by shaint Patrick, I hid 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 come home much poorer nor I went away. The great bitch dog, that was my master’s best beloved, put in its head into a 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 butcher and cutted off the dog’s head, and then I had to break the pitcher before I got out the head, by this I loss both the dog and the pitcher; my master hearing of this, swore he would cut the head off me, for the poor dog was made useless, and could not see to follow any body for want of his eyes and when I heard of this l run 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 Port patrick, through Glennap, but by shaint Patrick, I came home alive in spite of them all.

Tom. O rarely done Pady, you behaved like a man, but what is the reason that you Irish people swear always by shaint Patrick, what is he this shaint Patrick? Teag. Arra dear honey, he was the best shaint in the world, the father of all good people in our kingdom, he has a great kindness for an Irishman, when he hears him calling on his name; he