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in Irish, for fear he'd know what I said, I got off his back with a heavy heart, took a hold of the reaping-hook, and sat down upon the moon, and a mighty cold seat it was, I can tell you that.
When he had me there fairly landed, he turned about on me, and said, Good morning to you, Daniel O'Rourke, said he; I think I've nicked you fairly now. You robbed my nest last year, (twas true enough for him, but how he found it out is hard to say,) and in return you are freely welcome to cool your heels dangling upon the moon like a cockthrow.
Is that all, and is this the way you leave me, you brute, you? says I. You ugly unnatural baste, and is this the way you serve me, at last? Bad luck to yourself, with your hooked nose, and to all your breed, you blackguard. Twas all to no manner of use; he spread out his great big wings, burst out a laughing, and flew away like lightning. I bawled after him to stop but I might have called and bawled for ever, without his minding me. Away he went, and I never saw him from that day to this—Sorrow fly away with him! You may be sure I was in a disconsolate condition, and kept roaring out for the bare grief, when all at once a door opened right in the middle of the moon, creaking on its hinges as if it had not been opened for a month before. I suppose they never thought of greasing 'em,
