Identifier: reallifeinirelan00lond (find matches)
Title: Real life in Ireland : or, The day and night scenes, rovings, rambles, and sprees, bulls, blunders, bodderation and blarney, of Brian Boru, esq., and his elegant friend Sir Shawn O'Dogherty ; exhibiting a real picture of characters, manners, etc., in high and low life in Dublin and various parts of Ireland, embellished with humorous coloured engravings, from original designs by the most eminent artists
Year: 1904 (1900s)
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Subjects: Horses Ireland -- Description and travel Ireland -- Social life and customs
Publisher: London : Methuen
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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skyiigiits dos\i,^said his second,— all up with Tarpaulin, haul himalong; and, gentlemen, I shall be happy to meet youat his funeral, which will take place to-morrow, beforeseven bells are half struck. Brian expressed his sorrow. For what, said Lieu-tenant Grog, damn me you shot him like a gentle-man, and theres an end ont; what the devil do youwish to kill him again ! Sir Shawn, Brian, and friends left the ground asthey came, and in haste to give security before theLord Mayor, in case of a charge being made : but itis a rare thing in Irish Life, when charges are madeafter the death of a bad shot, and there was nowlittle danger, as Tarpaulins body was handed onboard, stitched up in a hammock, and pitched over-board to feed the Dublin Bay cod, to which DublinLadies are so partial. Suffice it, our whole party went to Sally Jenkinson,and having unkenneled her, steered for Morrisons.A fine dinner was ordered, Brian was zvell primed, aspredetermined upon, whiskey drives away sorrow, and
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I ^ ^ s s i^ LIFE IN IRELAND 179 the death of the brave was forgotten in the joys of aflowing bowl. Songs, glees, and catches were sportedabout in high style, and Sir Shawn cut no small figureas a vocalist; few of the songs are worth being re-peated, as the Irish in general sing extempore, butto gratify curiosity, we shall give a short specimen. SALL JENKINSONS SONG. TUKE—Shakespeares Hamlet. Oh, he s gone, Tarpaulin s gone,At his head a twelve pound shot,At his heels there V 7?one. This little parody upon a g?eat author was loudlyapplauded, and Sally had for her short exertions, akiss from all the company, and a bumper to herfuture fortunes. By the bye, Brian seemed not verywell pleased at the liberties taken with Sally, he didnot know that Game in Dublin was free for any oneto shoot at, and Xhsit gulls in white, are as common onthe Liffey as blackbirds on the Thames. A smile fromSir Shaw^n told him not to be jealous, and he was atonce satisfied, for he looked up to him as an oracl

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