XIV.THAT OF——?

Phwat's thot yer afther sayin'—Oi "don't look meself at all?"Och, murder! sure ye've guessed it.Whist!Oi'mnotmeself at all,But another man entoirly,An' Oi'd bether tell ye troolyHow ut iz Oi'm butpurtendin'That Oi'm Mr. Pat O'Dooley.Tim Finnegan an' me, sor,Waz a-fightin ov the blacksIn hathen foreign parts, sor,An' yer pardon Oi would axIf Oi mention thot the customsIn them parts iz free an' aisy,An' the costooms—bein' mostly beads—Iz airy-loike an' braizy.But them blacks iz good at fightin'An' they captured me an' Tim;An' they marched us back in triumphTo their village—me an' him;An' they didn't trate us badly,As Oi'm not above confessin',Tho' their manners—as Oi said before—An' customs, waz disthressin'.

Phwat's thot yer afther sayin'—

Oi "don't look meself at all?"

Och, murder! sure ye've guessed it.

Whist!Oi'mnotmeself at all,

But another man entoirly,

An' Oi'd bether tell ye trooly

How ut iz Oi'm butpurtendin'

That Oi'm Mr. Pat O'Dooley.

Tim Finnegan an' me, sor,Waz a-fightin ov the blacksIn hathen foreign parts, sor,An' yer pardon Oi would axIf Oi mention thot the customsIn them parts iz free an' aisy,An' the costooms—bein' mostly beads—Iz airy-loike an' braizy.

Tim Finnegan an' me, sor,

Waz a-fightin ov the blacks

In hathen foreign parts, sor,

An' yer pardon Oi would ax

If Oi mention thot the customs

In them parts iz free an' aisy,

An' the costooms—bein' mostly beads—

Iz airy-loike an' braizy.

But them blacks iz good at fightin'An' they captured me an' Tim;An' they marched us back in triumphTo their village—me an' him;An' they didn't trate us badly,As Oi'm not above confessin',Tho' their manners—as Oi said before—An' customs, waz disthressin'.

But them blacks iz good at fightin'

An' they captured me an' Tim;

An' they marched us back in triumph

To their village—me an' him;

An' they didn't trate us badly,

As Oi'm not above confessin',

Tho' their manners—as Oi said before—

An' customs, waz disthressin'.

So Oi set meself to teachin'The King's daughter to behaveAs a perfect lady should do;An' Oi taught the King to shave;An' Oi added to the lady'sScanty costoom by the prisentOv a waistcoat, which she thanked me for,A-smilin' moighty plisent.Now she wazn't bad to look at,An' she fell in love with me,Which was awkward for all parties,As you prisently will see;For on wan noight, when the villageWaz all quiet-loike an' slapin',The King's daughter to the hut, phwereTim an' me lay, came a-crapin'.An' she whispered in my ear, sor:"Get up quick, an' come this way,Oi'll assist ye in escapin',If ye'll do just phwat Oi say."An' she led me by the hand, sor;It waz dark, the rain was pourin'An' we safely passed the huts, sor,Phwere the sintrys waz a snorin'Then we ran, an' ran, an' ran, sor,Through all the blessid noight,An' waz many miles away, sor,Before the day was loight.Then the lady saw my features,An' she stopped an' started cryin',For she found thatIwazTiminsteadOv me, which wazmosttryin'.In the hurry an' the scurryOv the darkness, don't yez see,She had made a big mistake,An' rescuedhiminstead ovme—An' to me it waz confusin'An' most hard ov realizin';For to find yerselfanotherperson,Sor, iz most surprisin'.An' pwhen the lady left me,An' Oi'd got down to the shoreAn' found a ship to take me home,Oi puzzled more an' more,For, ov course, the woife an' familyOv Finnegan's was moine, sor,Tho' Oi didn't know the wan ov 'emBy hook, nor crook, nor soign, sor.But Oi came to the decisionThey belonged to me no doubt,So directly Oi had landedOi began to look about.Tim Finnegan had told meThat he lived up in Killarn'y,An' Oi found meself that far, somehow,By carnying an' blarney.

So Oi set meself to teachin'

The King's daughter to behave

As a perfect lady should do;

An' Oi taught the King to shave;

An' Oi added to the lady's

Scanty costoom by the prisent

Ov a waistcoat, which she thanked me for,

A-smilin' moighty plisent.

Now she wazn't bad to look at,An' she fell in love with me,Which was awkward for all parties,As you prisently will see;For on wan noight, when the villageWaz all quiet-loike an' slapin',The King's daughter to the hut, phwereTim an' me lay, came a-crapin'.

Now she wazn't bad to look at,

An' she fell in love with me,

Which was awkward for all parties,

As you prisently will see;

For on wan noight, when the village

Waz all quiet-loike an' slapin',

The King's daughter to the hut, phwere

Tim an' me lay, came a-crapin'.

An' she whispered in my ear, sor:"Get up quick, an' come this way,Oi'll assist ye in escapin',If ye'll do just phwat Oi say."An' she led me by the hand, sor;It waz dark, the rain was pourin'An' we safely passed the huts, sor,Phwere the sintrys waz a snorin'

An' she whispered in my ear, sor:

"Get up quick, an' come this way,

Oi'll assist ye in escapin',

If ye'll do just phwat Oi say."

An' she led me by the hand, sor;

It waz dark, the rain was pourin'

An' we safely passed the huts, sor,

Phwere the sintrys waz a snorin'

Then we ran, an' ran, an' ran, sor,Through all the blessid noight,An' waz many miles away, sor,Before the day was loight.Then the lady saw my features,An' she stopped an' started cryin',For she found thatIwazTiminsteadOv me, which wazmosttryin'.

Then we ran, an' ran, an' ran, sor,

Through all the blessid noight,

An' waz many miles away, sor,

Before the day was loight.

Then the lady saw my features,

An' she stopped an' started cryin',

For she found thatIwazTiminstead

Ov me, which wazmosttryin'.

In the hurry an' the scurryOv the darkness, don't yez see,She had made a big mistake,An' rescuedhiminstead ovme—An' to me it waz confusin'An' most hard ov realizin';For to find yerselfanotherperson,Sor, iz most surprisin'.

In the hurry an' the scurry

Ov the darkness, don't yez see,

She had made a big mistake,

An' rescuedhiminstead ovme—

An' to me it waz confusin'

An' most hard ov realizin';

For to find yerselfanotherperson,

Sor, iz most surprisin'.

An' pwhen the lady left me,An' Oi'd got down to the shoreAn' found a ship to take me home,Oi puzzled more an' more,For, ov course, the woife an' familyOv Finnegan's was moine, sor,Tho' Oi didn't know the wan ov 'emBy hook, nor crook, nor soign, sor.

An' pwhen the lady left me,

An' Oi'd got down to the shore

An' found a ship to take me home,

Oi puzzled more an' more,

For, ov course, the woife an' family

Ov Finnegan's was moine, sor,

Tho' Oi didn't know the wan ov 'em

By hook, nor crook, nor soign, sor.

But Oi came to the decisionThey belonged to me no doubt,So directly Oi had landedOi began to look about.Tim Finnegan had told meThat he lived up in Killarn'y,An' Oi found meself that far, somehow,By carnying an' blarney.

But Oi came to the decision

They belonged to me no doubt,

So directly Oi had landed

Oi began to look about.

Tim Finnegan had told me

That he lived up in Killarn'y,

An' Oi found meself that far, somehow,

By carnying an' blarney.

An'Oi found me woife an' family—But, ach! upon my loifeOi waz greatly disappointedIn my family an' woife,For my woife wasnota beauty,An' her temper wazn't cheerin'While the family—onkindly—At their father took to jeerin'."Oi waz better off as Pat," thought Oi,"Than Oi'lliverbe as Tim.Bedad! Oi'd better bemeselfAn' lave off bein' him.Oi won't stay here in Killarn'y,Phwere they trate poor Tim so coolly,But purtend to be meself aginIn dear old Ballyhooley.'So Oi came to Ballyhooley,An' Oi've niver told beforeTo anyone the storyOi've been tellin' to ye, sor,An' it, all ov it, occurred, sor,Just exactly as Oi state it,Though, ov course, ye'll understand, sor,Oi don't wish ye to repate it.

An'Oi found me woife an' family—

But, ach! upon my loife

Oi waz greatly disappointed

In my family an' woife,

For my woife wasnota beauty,

An' her temper wazn't cheerin'

While the family—onkindly—

At their father took to jeerin'.

"Oi waz better off as Pat," thought Oi,"Than Oi'lliverbe as Tim.Bedad! Oi'd better bemeselfAn' lave off bein' him.Oi won't stay here in Killarn'y,Phwere they trate poor Tim so coolly,But purtend to be meself aginIn dear old Ballyhooley.'

"Oi waz better off as Pat," thought Oi,

"Than Oi'lliverbe as Tim.

Bedad! Oi'd better bemeself

An' lave off bein' him.

Oi won't stay here in Killarn'y,

Phwere they trate poor Tim so coolly,

But purtend to be meself agin

In dear old Ballyhooley.'

So Oi came to Ballyhooley,An' Oi've niver told beforeTo anyone the storyOi've been tellin' to ye, sor,An' it, all ov it, occurred, sor,Just exactly as Oi state it,Though, ov course, ye'll understand, sor,Oi don't wish ye to repate it.

So Oi came to Ballyhooley,

An' Oi've niver told before

To anyone the story

Oi've been tellin' to ye, sor,

An' it, all ov it, occurred, sor,

Just exactly as Oi state it,

Though, ov course, ye'll understand, sor,

Oi don't wish ye to repate it.

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