1 64 GARRYOWEN 



" Do I know Misther Giveen's ould pony? " 

 creaked Doolan. " Sure, who'd know her better? 

 Do I know Misther Giveen's ould pony? Sure, 

 I knew her mother before she was born. An ould 

 skewbal' she was, till Micky Meehan battered her 

 to death dhrivin' roun' the counthry-side wid that 

 ould cart he got from Buck Sheelan of the inn, 

 before he died of the dhrink, and dhrunk he was 

 when he sould it — " 



" Bother Buck Sheelan! Can the old pony get 

 Mr Giveen to the station by eleven? " 



" D'you mane, can it get him from his house to 

 the station, sorr? " 



" Yes." 



" Wei], sorr, it all dipinds. She's a rockit to go 

 if she's in the mind for it, but if she's set aginst 

 goin' you may lather the lights out of her and 

 she'll only land you in the ditch. But if she's 

 aisy in her mind and agrayable, faith, I wouldn't 

 wonder if she could, for that ould clothes-basket of 

 Misther Giveen's doesn't weigh more'n a feather." 



"Curse him and his clothes-basket!" cried 

 French. "Whip up!" 



To be opposed by a villain is not nearly so 

 vexing as to be thwarted by a fool, and the vision 

 of Dick Giveen in his basket carriage, soft, male- 

 volent and pursuing, filled French with such a 

 depth of rage that, had he possessed a gun, his 

 better nature would certainly have made him 

 fling his ammunition away over the nearest hedge 

 so as to be out of the way of temptation. 



