68 THE IRISH HORSEDEALER AND THE OLD LADY. 



When ye take him up to London, he'll be handy for the 



Row, 

 An' the ladies there will ride him — ah, bedad, they'll make 



a show ! 

 It's a husband each he'll find them : dukes, bedad, and 



nothing less, 

 An' you'll bless the Irish dealer for his forethought, an' 



confess 



It was all the horse that did it, och, you'll say he's just the 



man ; 

 Then you'll praise me to the chaperons, an' they'll all adopt 



the plan. 

 Ah, now, ladies, don't be smilin', it's yourselves that 



understand 

 How to captivate the bachelors an' take the proffered 



hand. 



An' it's madam there was young herself, an' beautiful as well — 

 But we'll change the conversation, it's the horse I've 



brought to sell ; 

 What's the price ? He's worth a hundred, but I'm anxious to 



be kind, 

 So I'll just take sixty guineas, an' he's cheap at that you'll 



find. 



Run him down the road now, Patrick. Woa ! now stand 



him there awhile ; 

 Mark his head so nate an' clever : there is action, too, an' 



style. 



