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Stop your noising, and sit down by the hearth.

Oh, Father Reilly and the saints of God, where will I hide myself to-day? Oh, St. Joseph and St. Patrick and St. Brigid and St. James, have mercy on me now!

You'd be going, is it?

Leave me go, Michael James, leave me go, you old Pagan, leave me go, or I'll get the curse of the priests on you, and of the scarlet-coated bishops of the Courts of Rome.

Well, there's the coat of a Christian man. Oh, there's sainted glory this day in the lone-