Identifier: traitsstoriesofi01carl (find matches)
Title: Traits and stories of the Irish peasantry
Year: 1834 (1830s)
Authors: Carleton, William, 1794-1869 Brooke, William Henry, 1772-1860
Subjects: Peasantry -- Ireland
Publisher: Dublin : W.F. Wakeman
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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.) Now, your sowl, that does you, any way—(crack, whack)—hurro !—huzza I—huzza I Manfor man, boys—an OHallaghans done for—whoo Ifor our side—tol-deroll, lol-deroll, tow, row, row—huzza!—huzza!—tol-deroll, lol-deroll, tow, row,row—huzza I for the OCallaghans.* From this moment the battle became delight-ful ; it was now pelt and welt on both sides, butmany of the kippeens were broken—many of theboys had their fighting arms disabled by a dislo-cation, or bit of fracture, and those werent equalto more than daing a little upon such as weredown. In the midst of the din, such a dialogue asthis might be heard :— * Larry, youre after being done for, for thisday. (Whack, crack.) * Only an eye gone—is that Mickey ? (whick,whack, crick, crack.) < Thats it, my darlings !—you may say that,Larry—tis my mothers son thats in it—(crack,crack, a general huzza:) (Mickey and Larry)huzza I huzza ! huzza for the OHallaghans I—What have you got, Larry?—(cracky crack.)
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THE BATTLE OF THE FACTIONS. 323 * * Only the bone of my arm, God be praisedfor it, verypurtily snapt across !—(whack, whack.) Is that all ? Well, some people have luck !—(crack, crack, crack.) Why, Ive no reason to complain, thankGod—(whack, crack)—purty play that, any way—Paddy OCallaghans settled—did you hear it ?—(whack, whack, another shout)—Thats it, boys—handle the shilleleys !—Success OHallaghans—down with the bloody OCallaghans I I did hear it: so is Jem OHallaghan—(crack, whack, whack, crack)—youre not ableto get up, I see—tare-an-ounty, isnt it a pleasureto hear that play?—What ails you ? Oh, Larry, Im in great pain, and gettingvery weak, entirely—(faints.) * Faix, and hes settled, too, Im thinking. * Oh, murdher, my arm ! (One of the OCal-laghans attacks him—crack, crack)— Take that, you bagabone!—(whack, whack.) Murdher, murdher, is it striking a dovmman youre after ?—foul, foul, and my arm broke !—(Crack, crack.) Take that, with w

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