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An' the sate is hardly dacent, but I wear my coat tails 



long, 

 For I'm bashful, Father darlin', though I look so tall and 



strong." 



" Every boy shall have two pair a-piece," the Father then 



replied. 

 " Faix now, Larry, you have never known an Irish Priest 



that lied ? " 

 "Devil a one," I said, "'twould spoil the game entirely, 



don't you see, 

 For their prayers would all be humbug without truth and 



purity." 



An' with that he looked uncomfortable, "Ah, Larry, then," 



he said, 

 '• We'll depend upon your vote, me man," and stroked me 



on the head. 

 " Now about them breeches, Father, faix I doubt their being 



supplied, 

 When the members meet at College Green, they'll be so 



occupied 



" In bating out each other's brains, that we'll be left out i' 



the could, 

 An' they'll tear the buttons off the breeks, they're funny 



boys, I'm tould." 

 " Whisht ! now, Larry, don't belave it," said the Father, 



" they're genteel, 

 An' they'll live like doves together, for their nature is to heal." 



