Phelim Otoole's Courtship and Other Stories
"For the sake of the Holy Virgin, keep your sharp elbows out o' my ribs."
"My blessin' an you, young man, an' don't be lanin' an me, i' you plase!"
"Damnho sherry orth a rogarah ruah!* what do you mane? Is it my back you're brakin'?"
* Eternal perdition on you, you red rogue.
"Hell pershue you, you ould sinner, can't you keep the spike of your crutch out o' my stomach! If you love me tell me so; but, by the livin' farmer, I'll take no such hints as that!"
"I'm a pilgrim, an' don't brake my leg upon the rock, an' my blessin' an you!"
"Oh, murdher sheery! my poor child'll be smothered!"