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Tare and 'ounds with my blackthorn I'll bate her, I'll 

 bate her. 



Chorus. Tare and 'ounds, &c." 



"There, my boys," said Langton, "that's the 

 only song I ever knew ; it used to be sung by 

 a drunken groom of mine, who did get married 

 and licked his wife to death, for which trifling 

 offence he was sent across the herring-pond for 

 fteen years. I flatter myself there's no brogue 

 in that." 



We all laughed heartily, seeing he spoke the 

 broadest Irish. 



" Now, my lads/' he continued, " here is a 

 little yarn for you, with a moral to it so take 

 a lesson : 



" One day in the middle of October, 1842, I 

 started off walking with my two red Irish 

 setters on a shooting expedition. On the third 

 day I saw a fine old chateau seated on a most 

 beautiful hill, and surrounded by very extensive 

 woods. I asked to whom it belonged, and was 

 told the name of the proprietor, a French noble- 

 man, and that if I asked permission to shoot, it 

 would most likely be given; so putting my 

 native bashfulness in my pocket, I walked up 



