Barney mavourneen’s be it, says I. Anything strange or wonderful, Joe?

Not a word, says Joe. I was up at that meeting in the City Arms.

What was that, Joe? says I.

Cattle traders, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease.

I want to give the citizen the hard word about it.

So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another. Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. Jesus, I couldn’t get over that bloody foxy Geraghty, the daylight robber. For trading without a licence, says he.

In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan.