72 THE PRIEST AND THE VOTER. 



" An' may be ye'll read the funeral, Father, darlin'," I 



replied. 

 " There's a churchyard on the hill now, you can see from 



far an' wide, 

 It's the healthiest churchyard ony where, a most convanient 



place, 

 So just tell the saints to lave me there, and just explain 



the case." 



Then the Priest became persuasive, " Ah ! now, Larry, don't 



ye think 

 Ye would like a quiet talk, me boy, may be ye'd like a 



drink. 

 Take the flask now, Larry, help yourself, I'm sure ye'd 



like a pull." 

 " Whisht ! " I said, " it's what I'll do, bedad, I see you've 



filled it full. 



" When we get a home rule parliament, now, Father dear, 



confess, 

 We'll get v hisky sould for nothin', yes, an' spirits bought 



for less." 

 "To be sure ye will," the Father said, "the laws will be 



sublime. 

 Are there other things ye'd like, me boy? Just speak, for 



now's your time." 



" 'Tis me corduroys is shabby, Father darlin', they're a pair 

 That was bought for William Rufus when he came to 

 Cahirmee fair, 



