THE IRISH HORSEDEAI.ER AND THE OLD LADY, 69 



Whisht, now whisht ! I'll tell a secret, it's me wife that 



likes the horse, 

 For she drives to church on Sundays with the children ; 



but of course 



Av the ladies really want him, faix, I'll try what I can do ; 

 But she'll feel his loss severely, an' the boys will miss him 



too. 

 So you'll give the price I ask, ma'am. Well, I'm pla/ed 



we've made a deal ; 

 Arrah ! now, you've bought a treasure, it's a fact I'll not 



conceal. 



Well, good mornin' to you, ladies, sure I hope we'll meet 



again ; 

 I'm goin' back to poor ould Oirland ; but at that I'll not 



complain, 

 For they pays no rint in Oirland, an' can sell the horses 



cheap ; 

 Yes, I'll mind the step. Good day, ma'am : faix, you're 



right, it's rather steep. 



