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him, and his wax and his thread, and the fine awls and the thick awls and the lasts, and he began to work. He had a habit of always humming while he was working, and this is the tune he used to keep going most of the time:—
Oh, torment and trouble to you,
You bristly hag!
Who have brought on me the hate of the
women
Of Ireland;
You with your two ears
As large as a shovel,
And your great thick lips
For a mouth!
If I were to get from Ruachtach
To the bank of Avonmore
And Mallow away to the north
As a portion with you,
The brown Cledach
And all the cows upon it,
I would not stretch out
My life with you.
