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took it out of her.' ' And how did you manage that ?' says the
King.' ' Just wi' the same elegant instrument you were enquiring after
a little ago. I rubbed her down with an oaken towel, and gave her five-
and-twenty drops of shillelah oil next her stomach in the morning.
' Don't mention it,' says the King. ' Then don't ax me,' says Dan.
' Arc-all, murder !' exclaim'd the good King,
' Could you cudgel the bones of a woman ?'
* I would try,' says Kilroony, ' to bring
Back her sinses, and make her a true one ;
For ladies when doing what's wrong,
Are nought but a parcel of varmint,'
Says the King to Kilroony, ' go home,
I've heard quite enough of your sarmint.
' Get out of my house this minute,' says the King, • and never afterwards
let me hear you insinuate any thing against the female generation.
Bad luck to you for a dirty bog-trotting-potwalloper, can't ye give out
your counsel to your own beautiful pisantry, six millions of elegant
male and female Paddies, all in a state of beautiful naturality ; sure
there's work enough for your patriotism. Daniel Kilroony, leave
this, I say, and never be after showing yourself here as long as there's
a nose protruding from your countenance.' ' Please your Majesty,' says
Dan, « might I venture to show myself should 1 ever happen to lose that
useful appendage ?' ' Never,' says the King — ' leave my presence, or
I'll spake ye into the earth in a moment.
So Kilroony was ' cut at the court,'
And soon left the city of Lunnan ;
All the Paddies had capital sport,
When they saw poor Kilroony back coming.
* Kilroony, Kilroony !' said they,
' You would fain be a parliament mimber,
But the King he put salt in your tay,
And burn't your nose with a cinder.
O have you not heard, &c.