84 IRISH HORSEDEALER AND THE WRONG CUSTOMER. 



Tired ! No ; the man who sould him 

 Said you've only got to hould him 

 An" he'd wear your breeches threadbare ere he'd ask you 

 for a halt. 



Come, sir, take him an' be lanient, 

 You can pay me when convanient, 

 Them that's bred and reared in England never will be 

 worth their salt. 



'Twas the blind man saw him walking, 

 An' the dumb man started talking 

 When he passed me, an' he tould me he was worth his 

 weight in gould. 



"Whisht ! " the deaf man said, "you're joking, 

 I can hear the fun you're poking, 

 Sure the eighty Irish members could not buy him, so I'm 

 tould." 



'Twas last week in Dublin city — 



Don't ye know it ? More's the pity — 

 Well, I lunched with Mister Morley off a leg of roasted 

 pork ; 



He was on his best behaviour, 



An' he begged me as a favour 

 Av I'd spare him half an hour for a confidential talk. 



" Pat," he said, " you know my feelings, 

 How I tries for pleasant dealings 

 With the boys that form the Cabinet there in mighty 

 London town, 



