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92 THE FIRESIDE STORIES OF IRELAND.
the king was going out to have a walk after his breakfast,
they put themselves in his way, and the father made the
request. The king granted it : I believe he was pleased
with the smoothness of the young girl's face, and the sense
he saw in it.
Well, they worked away on the little farm as happy as
you please, till one day, when they dug up a golden mortar
from under the sod (them is things used by pottecaries
to grind their drugs in). " Oh, my ! " says the father,
" this is the king's property ; I'll take it to hira ; he well
deserves it." " Don't, father," says the girl, " he'll ask for
the crushing stick along with it." " Crushing stick indeed!
he'll be too glad of the bowl." So he wouldn't be persuaded,
and be this and be that he was soon sorry enough for it.
The king, instead of thanking him for the mortar, asked for
the pounder, and when it wasn't to the fore, " Take that
man," says he to his guards, " and put him in prison, and
keep him on bread and water till he finds the pounding
stick."
Well, two days after, the jailer came into the king's pre-
sence, and says he, " Maybe your majesty would order the
new presner to some other place, for he lets no one rest or
sleep that's near him, cr3'ing out, " Oh, if I'd been said and
led by my daughter! Oh, if I'd been said and led by my
daughter !" " Send him in to me," says the king. Well,
when he came, says the king "What are you moithering
every one about you for, with your daughter and her ad-
vice 1 " " An' sure^ your majesty, if I'd taken it I wouldn't
be now in preson. Says I, when I dug up the gold mortar,
' ril take this to the king, God bless him ! ' ' Don"t,
father,' says she, ' he'll be wanten the poundher.' " " Go
home," says the king, " and send her to the palace."
Well, she made herself as dasent as she could, and pre-
sented herself, and the king was greatly pleased with her
comely face and her good sense, and after conversing with
her for some time, says he, " I'll give you a riddle. Come
here to-morrow neither with your clothes nor without them,
neither riding in car nor coach, nor on a beast's back, nor
carried in any way, nor walking on your feet. If you do
this, I'll tell you more of my mind."
the king was going out to have a walk after his breakfast,
they put themselves in his way, and the father made the
request. The king granted it : I believe he was pleased
with the smoothness of the young girl's face, and the sense
he saw in it.
Well, they worked away on the little farm as happy as
you please, till one day, when they dug up a golden mortar
from under the sod (them is things used by pottecaries
to grind their drugs in). " Oh, my ! " says the father,
" this is the king's property ; I'll take it to hira ; he well
deserves it." " Don't, father," says the girl, " he'll ask for
the crushing stick along with it." " Crushing stick indeed!
he'll be too glad of the bowl." So he wouldn't be persuaded,
and be this and be that he was soon sorry enough for it.
The king, instead of thanking him for the mortar, asked for
the pounder, and when it wasn't to the fore, " Take that
man," says he to his guards, " and put him in prison, and
keep him on bread and water till he finds the pounding
stick."
Well, two days after, the jailer came into the king's pre-
sence, and says he, " Maybe your majesty would order the
new presner to some other place, for he lets no one rest or
sleep that's near him, cr3'ing out, " Oh, if I'd been said and
led by my daughter! Oh, if I'd been said and led by my
daughter !" " Send him in to me," says the king. Well,
when he came, says the king "What are you moithering
every one about you for, with your daughter and her ad-
vice 1 " " An' sure^ your majesty, if I'd taken it I wouldn't
be now in preson. Says I, when I dug up the gold mortar,
' ril take this to the king, God bless him ! ' ' Don"t,
father,' says she, ' he'll be wanten the poundher.' " " Go
home," says the king, " and send her to the palace."
Well, she made herself as dasent as she could, and pre-
sented herself, and the king was greatly pleased with her
comely face and her good sense, and after conversing with
her for some time, says he, " I'll give you a riddle. Come
here to-morrow neither with your clothes nor without them,
neither riding in car nor coach, nor on a beast's back, nor
carried in any way, nor walking on your feet. If you do
this, I'll tell you more of my mind."
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| Description | By Patrick Kennedy. |
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| Shelfmark | Cam.1.f.17 |
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