82 THE STBIKE AT SHAXE'S. 



For God made 'em all, 



'An they came at his call, 



An' he gave 'em to man for his own. 



We shouldn't abuse 'em. 

 Nor cruelly use 'era ; 

 Begorra, I know I am right, 



An' before ye shall do it, 



I'll have ye to know it, 



'Tis Michael M'Carty ye'll fight.'' 



** Bravo! Mike," shouted Edith, who had entered 

 the barn unperceived just as Mike commenced his 

 song. 



"Faith, I didn't know I had such an ilegant audi- 

 ence, or sure I'd have been blushin' all the time." 



" Quite unnecessary, I am sure," said Edith ; "your 

 audience appreciates j^our song, and will encore you on 

 the slightest provocation." 



"Thin I could only bow me thanks, for sure 'tis the 

 only song I know," said Mike; "an' 'tis that swate 

 voice of yours we would like to hear, if ye'll be so 

 kind as to sing us a song." 



"Oh ! excuse me, please," said Edith. 



"Oh! come, now," said Tom, " you slipped into our 

 entertainment an' you can't get off so easy. Give us 

 a song or I'll lock you in the barn." 



"An' I'll let ye out," said Mike, "but sing us a 

 song, because ye're a nice, swate little girl an' want 

 to plaze yer f rinds." 



