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die by themselves in the fields, without a priest, all lost, and sent away as blackguard scoundrels, to Wander up and down while the world stands among the brownies, fairies, mermaids, lea-devils and water kelpies.
Tom. And what money design you to give the priests for your pardon? Pady. Dear shoy, I will I had first the money he would take for it, I would rather drink it myself, and then give him both my bill and my honest word payable in the other world.
Tom. And how then are you to get a passage to that other world, or who is to carry you there?
Pady. O my dear shoy Tom, you know nothing of the matter; for when I die they will bury my body, flesh, blood, dirt, and bones, only my skin will be blown up full of wind and Spirit, my dear shoul mean; and then I will be blown over to the other World on the wings of the wind; and after that shall neither be kill’d, bang’d nor drown’d, nor yet die in my bed, for when any hits me a blow my new body will play upon it like a bladder.
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