"Hear that, thin," says Bridget, an', faith, on 



the word 

 A noise like a spicial collection was heard ; 

 Thin up comes the puppy, from wanderin' at large, 

 Wid each wag of his tail like a cavalry charge. 

 Here's a caution to each, — 



Through the world as ye jog, 

 Be houldin' no speech 



Wid a Prodesdan dog. 



Says Bridget, " Black dhrames to that Prodesdan 



pup! 

 My whole expectations, he has thim chewed up ! " 

 "Ah ! no, thin," says Mike, wid a turn of the eye, 

 " I wouldn't say ' chewed ' ; shure, they're only 



put by. 

 The fortune's invested securely, why not ? 

 Though it couldn't be rayalized just on the shpot. 

 But, Biddy asthore, till we have him deceased, 

 It wouldn't be prudent to shpake to the priest." 

 Small comfort ye'll see 



Through the world as ye jog, 

 If ye ever make free 



Wid a Prodesdan dog. 



Frederick Langbridge. 



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