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is travelling the circuit with a hairy cap given him by 

 the King; our unity depends upon 



* The ninth part of a hair ' ; 



and that will be 'cavilled upon/ and suspend a sword 

 of Damocles over our head, which any miscreant can 

 let fall when he pleases. 



By Jasus, replied Grammachree, and if any Daboek- 

 lish lets fall his sword in this company, he shall take it 

 up again, and measure the length of it wid mine before 

 he goes, and be d d to him. 



All who understood, enjoyed this blundering mis- 

 take, which was not a little improved, when the Major 

 earnestly requested to know where Daboeklish, the man 

 with the hair-trigger sword, lived, that he might have 

 the honour to call upon him, and call him out for 

 presuming to disturb the company. 



Seldom do an Irish party meet and separate without 

 a song; so one of the subalterns, at his Colonel's com- 

 mand, tuned his Irish pipes, and struck up '<? //// so 

 gaily 6>.' 



SONG 

 HAIL, STAR OF THE MORNING 

 Tune — ' What you please.' 



Hail, Star of the Morning, 



That shone on our Island, 

 Dispersing the shadows of night ; 



From the sheds of Clontarf, 



To the bogs of Rathfryland, 

 Propelling the stream of delight. 



