CHAPTERXXIV
　　CerrigyDrudion—TheLandlady—DoctorJones—CollGwynfa—TheItalian—MenofComo—Disappointment—Weather—Glasses—
　　Southey。
　　THEinnatCerrigyDrudionwascalledtheLion—whetherthewhite，black，redorgreenLion，Idonotknow，thoughIamcertainthatitwasalionofsomecolourorother。Itseemedasdecentandrespectableahostelryasanytravellercouldwish，torefreshandreposehimselfin，afterawalkoftwentymiles。Ienteredawell—lightedpassage，andfromthenceawell—lightedbarroom，ontherighthand，inwhichsatastout，comely，elderlylady，dressedinsilksandsatins，withacambriccoifonherhead，incompanywithathin，elderlymanwithahatonhishead，dressedinaratherprimandprecisemanner。"Madam！"saidI，bowingtothelady，"asIsupposeyouarethemistressofthisestablishment，I
　　begleavetoinformyouthatIamanEnglishman，walkingthroughtheseregions，inorderfullytoenjoytheirbeautiesandwonders。
　　IhavethisdaycomefromLlangollen，andbeingsomewhathungryandfatigued，hopeIcanbeaccommodatedherewithadinnerandabed。"
　　"Sir！"saidthelady，gettingupandmakingmeaprofoundcurtsey，"Iam，asyousuppose，themistressofthisestablishment，andamhappytosaythatIshallbeabletoaccommodateyou—praysitdown，sir；"shecontinued，handingmeachair，"youmustindeedbetired，forLlangollenisagreatwayfromhere。"
　　Itooktheseatwiththanks，andsheresumedherown。
　　"Ratherhotweatherforwalking，sir！"saidtheprecise—lookinggentleman。
　　"Itis，"saidI；"butasIcan’tobservethecountrywellwithoutwalkingthroughit，Iputupwiththeheat。"
　　"Youexhibitaphilosophicmind，sir，"saidtheprecise—lookinggentleman—"andaphilosophicmindIholdinreverence。"
　　"Pray，sir，"saidI，"haveIthehonourofaddressingamemberofthemedicalprofession？"
　　"Sir，"saidtheprecise—lookinggentleman，gettingupandmakingmeabow，"yourquestiondoeshonourtoyourpowersofdiscrimination—amemberofthemedicalprofessionIam，thoughanunworthyone。"
　　"Nay，nay，doctor，"saidthelandladybriskly；"saynotso—everyoneknowsthatyouareacredittoyourprofession—wellwoulditbeifthereweremanyinitlikeyou—unworthy？marrycomeup！I
　　won’thearsuchanexpression。"
　　"Isee，"saidI，"thatIhavenotonlythehonourofaddressingamedicalgentleman，butadoctorofmedicine—however，Imighthaveknownasmuchbyyourlanguageanddeportment。"
　　Withayetlowerbowthanbeforeherepliedwithsomethingofasigh，"No，sir，no，ourkindlandladyandtheneighbourhoodareinthehabitofplacingdoctorbeforemyname，butIhavenotitletoit—IamnotDoctorJones，sir，butplainGefferyJonesatyourservice，"andthereuponwithanotherbowhesatdown。
　　"Doyouresidehere？"saidI。
　　"Yes，sir，Iresidehereintheplaceofmybirth—Ihavenotalwaysresidedhere—andIdidnotalwaysexpecttospendmylatterdaysinaplaceofsuchobscurity，but，sir，misfortunes—
　　misfortunes……"
　　"Ah，"saidI，"misfortunes！theypursueeveryone，moreespeciallythosewhosevirtuesshouldexemptthemfromthem。Well，sir，theconsciousnessofnothavingdeservedthemshouldbeyourconsolation。"
　　"Sir，"saidthedoctor，takingoffhishat，"youareinfinitelykind。"
　　"Youcallthisanobscureplace，"saidI—"canthatbeanobscureplacewhichhasproducedapoet？IhavelonghadarespectforCerrigyDrudionbecauseitgavebirthto，andwastheresidenceofapoetofconsiderablemerit。"
　　"Iwasnotawareofthatfact，"saidthedoctor，"praywhatwashisname？"
　　"PeterLewis，"saidI；"hewasaclergymanofCerrigyDrudionaboutthemiddleofthelastcentury，andamongstotherthingswroteabeautifulsongcalledCathlyGairMwys，orthemelodyoftheambiguousword。"
　　"SurelyyoudonotunderstandWelsh？"saidthedoctor。
　　"Iunderstandalittleofit，"Ireplied。
　　"WillyouallowmetospeaktoyouinWelsh？"saidthedoctor。
　　"Certainly，"saidI。
　　HespoketomeinWelsh，andIreplied。
　　"Ha，ha，"saidthelandladyinEnglish；"onlythink，doctor，ofthegentlemanunderstandingWelsh—wemustmindwhatwesaybeforehim。"
　　"AndareyouanEnglishman？"saidthedoctor。
　　"Iam，"Ireplied。
　　"Andhowcameyoutolearnit？"
　　"Iamfondoflanguages，"saidI，"andstudiedWelshatanearlyperiod。"
　　"AndyoureadWelshpoetry？"
　　"Ohyes。"
　　"Howwereyouenabledtomasteritsdifficulties？"
　　"ChieflybygoingthroughOwenPugh’sversionof’ParadiseLost’
　　twice，withtheoriginalbymyside。Hehasintroducedintothattranslationsomanyofthepoetictermsoftheoldbards，thataftertwicegoingthroughit，therewaslittleinWelshpoetrythatIcouldnotmakeoutwithalittlepondering。"
　　"Youpursuedaveryexcellentplan，sir，"saidthedoctor，"averyexcellentplanindeed。OwenPugh！"
　　"OwenPugh！Thelastofyourverygreatmen，"saidI。
　　"Yousayright，sir，"saidthedoctor。"Hewasindeedourlastgreatman—UltimusRomanorum。Ihavemyselfreadhiswork，whichhecalledCollGwynfa，theLossoftheplaceofBliss—anadmirabletranslation，sir；highlypoetical，andatthesametimecorrect。"
　　"Didyouknowhim？"saidI。
　　"Ihadnotthehonourofhisacquaintance，"saidthedoctor—"but，sir，IamhappytosaythatIhavemadeyours。"
　　Thelandladynowbegantotalktomeaboutdinner，andpresentlywentouttomakepreparationsforthatveryimportantmeal。Ihadagreatdealofconversationwiththedoctor，whomIfoundapersonofgreatandvariedinformation，andonewhohadseenavastdealoftheworld。HewasgivingmeanaccountofanislandintheWestIndies，whichhehadvisited，whenaboycomingin，whisperedintohisear；whereupon，gettinguphesaid："Sir，Iamcalledaway。I
　　amacountrysurgeon，andofcourseanaccoucheur。Thereisaladywholivesatsomedistancerequiringmyassistance。ItiswithgriefIleaveyousoabruptly，butIhopethatsometimeorotherweshallmeetagain。"Thenmakingmeanexceedinglyprofoundbow，helefttheroom，followedbytheboy。
　　Idinedupstairsinaveryhandsomedrawing—room，communicatingwithasleepingapartment。DuringdinnerIwaswaiteduponbythedaughterofthelandlady，agood—lookingmerrygirloftwenty。
　　AfterdinnerIsatforsometimethinkingovertheadventuresoftheday，thenfeelingratherlonelyandnotinclinedtoretiretorest，Iwentdowntothebar，whereIfoundthelandladyseatedwithherdaughter。Isatdownwiththemandweweresooninconversation。WespokeofDoctorJones—thelandladysaidthathehadhislittleeccentricities，butwasanexcellentandlearnedman。Speakingofherselfshesaidthatshehadthreedaughters，thattheyoungestwaswithherandthatthetwoeldestkepttheprincipalinnatRuthyn。WeoccasionallyspokealittleWelsh。Atlengththelandladysaid，"ThereisanItalianinthekitchenwhocanspeakWelshtoo。It’soddtheonlytwopeoplenotWelshmenI
　　haveeverknownwhocouldspeakWelsh，forsuchyouandheare，shouldbeinmyhouseatthesametime。"
　　"Dearme，"saidI；"Ishouldliketoseehim。"
　　"Thatyoucaneasilydo，"saidthegirl；"Idaresayhewillbegladenoughtocomeinifyouinvitehim。"
　　"Praytakemycomplimentstohim，"saidI，"andtellhimthatI
　　shallbegladofhiscompany。"
　　ThegirlwentoutandpresentlyreturnedwiththeItalian。Hewasashort，thick，strongly—builtfellowofaboutthirty—seven，withaswarthyface，raven—blackhair，highforehead，anddarkdeepeyes，fullofintelligenceandgreatdetermination。Hewasdressedinavelveteencoat，withbroadlappets，redwaistcoat，velveteenbreeches，buttoningalittlewaybelowtheknee；whitestockingsapparentlyoflamb’s—woolandhigh—lows。
　　"Buonasera？"saidI。
　　"Buonasera，signore！"saidtheItalian。
　　"Willyouhaveaglassofbrandyandwater？"saidIinEnglish。
　　"Ineverrefuseagoodoffer，"saidtheItalian。
　　Hesatdown，andIorderedaglassofbrandyandwaterforhimandanotherformyself。
　　"PrayspeakalittleItaliantohim，"saidthegoodlandladytome。
　　"Ihaveheardagreatdealaboutthebeautyofthatlanguage，andshouldliketohearitspoken。"
　　"FromtheLagodiComo？"saidI，tryingtospeakItalian。
　　"Si，signore！buthowcameyoutothinkthatIwasfromtheLakeofComo？"
　　"Because，"saidI，"whenIwasaragazzoIknewmanyfromtheLakeofComo，whodressedmuchlikeyourself。Theywanderedaboutthecountrywithboxesontheirbacksandweather—glassesintheirhands，buthadtheirhead—quartersatN。whereIlived。"
　　"Doyourememberanyoftheirnames？"saidtheItalian。
　　"GiovanniGestraandLuigiPozzi，"Ireplied。
　　"IhaveseenGiovanniGestramyself，"saidtheItalian，"andIhaveheardofLuigiPozzi。GiovanniGestrareturnedtotheLago—butnooneknowswhatisbecomeofLuigiPozzi。"
　　"ThelasttimeIsawhim，"saidI，"wasabouteighteenyearsagoatCorunainSpain；hewastheninasaddroopingcondition，andsaidhebitterlyrepentedeverquittingN。"
　　"Econragione，"saidtheItalian，"forthereisnoplacelikeN。
　　fordoingbusinessinthewholeworld。Imyselfhavesoldseventypounds’worthofweather—glassesatN。inoneday。Oneofourpeopleislivingtherenow，whohasdonebene，moltobene。"
　　"That’sRossi，"saidI，"howisitthatIdidnotmentionhimfirst？Heismyexcellentfriend，andafiner，clevererfellowneverlived，noramorehonourableman。Youmaywellsayhehasdonewell，forheisnowthefirstjewellerintheplace。ThelasttimeIwasthereIboughtadiamondofhimformydaughterHenrietta。Letusdrinkhishealth！"
　　"Willingly！"saidtheItalian。"HeistheprinceoftheMilaneseofEngland—themostsuccessfulofall，butIacknowledgethemostdeserving。Cheviva。"
　　"Iwishhewouldwritehislife，"saidI；"asingularlifeitwouldbe—hehasbeensomethingbesidesatravellingmerchant，andajeweller。HewasoneofBuonaparte’ssoldiers，andservedinSpain，underSoult，alongwithJohnGestra。HeoncetoldmethatSoultwasanoldrascal，andstoleallthefinepicturesfromtheconvents，atSalamanca。Ibelievehespokewithsomedegreeofenvy，forheishimselffondofpictures，andhasdealtinthem，andmadehundredsbythem。IquestionwhetherifinSoult’splacehewouldnothavedonethesame。Well，howeverthatmaybe，cheviva。"
　　Herethelandladyinterposed，observingthatshewishedwewouldnowspeakEnglish，forthatshehadquiteenoughofItalian，whichshedidnotfindnearsoprettyalanguageasshehadexpected。
　　"YoumustnotjudgeofthesoundofItalianfromwhatproceedsfrommymouth，"saidI。"Itisnotmynativelanguage。Ihavehadlittlepracticeinit，andonlyspeakitveryimperfectly。"
　　"NormustyoujudgeofItalianfromwhatyouhaveheardmespeak，"
　　saidthemanofComo；"IamnotgoodatItalian，fortheMilanesespeakamongstthemselvesakindofjargon，composedofmanylanguages，andcanonlyexpressthemselveswithdifficultyinItalian。IhavebeendoingmybesttospeakItalian，butshouldbegladnowtospeakEnglish，whichcomestomemuchmoreglibly。"
　　"Arethereanybooksinyourdialect，orjergo，asIbelieveyoucallit？"saidI。
　　"Ibelievethereareafew，"saidtheItalian。
　　"Doyouknowthewordslandra？"saidI。
　　"Whotaughtyouthatword？"saidtheItalian。
　　"GiovanniGestra，"saidI；"hewasalwaysusingit。"
　　"GiovanniGestrawasavulgarilliterateman，"saidtheItalian；
　　"hadhenotbeensohewouldnothaveusedit。Itisavulgarword；Rossiwouldnothaveusedit。"
　　"Whatisthemeaningofit？"saidthelandladyeagerly。
　　"Toroamaboutinadissipatedmanner，"saidI。
　　"Somethingmore，"saidtheItalian。"Itisconsideredavulgarwordeveninjergo。"
　　"YouspeakEnglishremarkablywell，"saidI；"haveyoubeenlonginBritain？"
　　"Icameoveraboutfouryearsago，"saidtheItalian。
　　"Onyourownaccount？"saidI。
　　"Notexactly，signore；mybrother，whowasinbusinessinLiverpool，wrotetometocomeoverandassisthim。Ididso，butsoonlefthim，andtookashopformyselfatDenbigh，where，however，Ididnotstaylong。AtpresentItravelforanItalianhouseinLondon，spendingthesummerinWales，andthewinterinEngland。"
　　"Andwhatdoyousell？"saidI。
　　"Weather—glasses，signore—picturesandlittletrinkets，suchasthecountrypeoplelike。"
　　"Doyousellmanyweather—glassesinWales？"saidI。
　　"Idonot，signore。TheWelshcarenotforweather—glasses；myprincipalcustomersforweather—glassesarethefarmersofEngland。"
　　"IamtoldthatyoucanspeakWelsh，"saidI；"isthattrue？"
　　"Ihavepickedupalittleofit，signore。"
　　"Hecanspeakitverywell，"saidthelandlady；"andgladshouldI
　　be，sir，tohearyouandhimspeakWelshtogether。"
　　"SoshouldI，"saidthedaughterwhowasseatednighus，"nothingwouldgivemegreaterpleasurethantoheartwowhoarenotWelshmenspeakingWelshtogether。"
　　"IwouldratherspeakEnglish，"saidtheItalian；"IspeakalittleWelsh，whenmybusinessleadsmeamongstpeoplewhospeaknootherlanguage，butIseenonecessityforspeakingWelshhere。"
　　"Itisapity，"saidI，"thatsobeautifulacountryasItalyshouldnotbebettergoverned。"
　　"Itis，signore，"saidtheItalian；"butletushopethatatimewillspeedilycomewhenshewillbeso。"
　　"Idon’tseeanychanceofit，"saidI。"HowwillyouproceedinordertobringaboutsodesirablearesultasthegoodgovernmentofItaly？"
　　"Why，signore，inthefirstplacewemustgetridoftheAustrians。"
　　"Youwillnotfinditaneasymatter，"saidI，"togetridoftheAustrians；youtriedtodosoalittletimeago，butmiserablyfailed。"
　　"True，signore；butthenexttimewetryperhapstheFrenchwillhelpus。"
　　"IftheFrenchhelpyoutodrivetheAustriansfromItaly，"saidI，"youmustbecometheirservants。ItistrueyouhadbetterbetheservantsofthepolishedandchivalrousFrench，thanofthebrutalandbarbarousGermans，butitisnotpleasanttobeaservanttoanybody。However，IdonotbelievethatyouwillevergetridoftheAustrians，eveniftheFrenchassistyou。ThePopeforcertainreasonsofhisownfavourstheAustrians，andwillexertallthepowersofpriestcrafttokeeptheminItaly。Alas，alas，thereisnohopeforItaly！Italy，themostbeautifulcountryintheworld，thebirth—placeofthecleverestpeople，whoseverypedlarscanlearntospeakWelsh，isnotonlyenslaved，butdestinedalwaystoremainenslaved。"
　　"Donotsayso，signore，"saidtheItalian，withakindofgroan。
　　"ButIdosayso，"saidI，"andwhatismore，onewhoseshoe—
　　strings，werehealive，Ishouldnotheworthytountie，oneofyourmightyones，hassaidso。DidyoueverhearofVincenzioFilicaia？"
　　"IbelieveIhave，signore；didhenotwriteasonnetonItaly？"
　　"Hedid，"saidI；"wouldyouliketohearit？
　　"Verymuch，signore。"
　　IrepeatedFilicaia’sglorioussonnetonItaly，andthenaskedhimifheunderstoodit。
　　"Onlyinpart，signore；foritiscomposedinoldTuscan，inwhichIamnotmuchversed。IbelieveIshouldcomprehenditbetterifyouweretosayitinEnglish。"
　　"DosayitinEnglish，"saidthelandladyandherdaughter："weshouldsoliketohearitinEnglish。"
　　"Iwillrepeatatranslation，"saidI，"whichImadewhenaboy，whichthoughfarfromgood，has，Ibelieve，initsomethingofthespiritoftheoriginal：—
　　"OItaly！onwhomdarkDestinyThedangerousgiftofbeautydidbestow，Fromwhencethouhastthatampledowerofwo，Whichonthyfrontthoubear’stsovisibly。
　　Wouldthouhadstbeautylessorstrengthmorehigh，Thatmoreoffear，andlessoflovemightshow，Hewhonowblastshiminthybeauty’sglow，Orwoostheewithazealthatmakestheedie；
　　ThendownfromAlpnomorewouldtorrentsrageOfarmedmen，norGalliccoursershotInPo’sensanguin’dtidetheirthirstassuage；
　　Norgirtwithiron，notthineown，Iwot，WouldstthouthefightbyhandsofstrangerswageVictressorvanquish’dslaverystillthylot。"
　　CHAPTERXXV
　　Lacing—upHigh—lows—TheNativeVillage—GameLeg—CroppiesLieDown—KeepingFaith—Processions—CroppiesGetUp—DanielO’Connell。
　　ISLEPTinthechambercommunicatingwiththeroominwhichIhaddined。Thechamberwasspaciousandairy，thebedfirst—rate，andmyselfrathertired，sothatnoonewillbesurprisedwhenIsaythatIhadexcellentrest。Igotup，andafterdressingmyselfwentdown。Themorningwasexceedinglybrilliant。GoingoutIsawtheItalianlacinguphishigh—lowsagainstastep。Isalutedhim，andaskedhimifhewasabouttodepart。
　　"Yes，signore；IshallpresentlystartforDenbigh。"
　　"AfterbreakfastIshallstartforBangor，"saidI。
　　"DoyouproposetoreachBangorto—night，signore？"
　　"Yes，"saidI。
　　"Walking，signore？"
　　"Yes，"saidI；"IalwayswalkinWales。"
　　"Thenyouwillhaveratheralongwalk，signore；forBangoristhirty—fourmilesfromhere。"
　　Iaskedhimifhewasmarried。
　　"No，signore；butmybrotherinLiverpoolis。"
　　"ToanItalian？"
　　"No，signore；toaWelshgirl。"
　　"AndIsuppose，"saidI，"youwillfollowhisexamplebymarryingone；perhapsthatgood—lookinggirlthelandlady’sdaughterwewereseatedwithlastnight？"
　　"No，signore；Ishallnotfollowmybrother’sexample。IfeverI
　　takeawifesheshallbeofmyownvillage，inComo，whitherIhopetoreturn，assoonasIhavepickedupafewmorepounds。"
　　"WhethertheAustriansaredrivenawayornot？"saidI。
　　"WhethertheAustriansaredrivenawayornot—fortomymindthereisnocountrylikeComo，signore。"
　　Iorderedbreakfast；whilsttakingitintheroomaboveIsawthroughtheopenwindowtheItaliantrudgingforthonhisjourney，ahugeboxonhisback，andaweather—glassinhishand—lookingtheexactimageofoneofthosemen，hiscountrypeople，whomfortyyearsbeforeIhadknownatN—。Ithoughtofthecourseoftime，sighedandfeltateargatherinmyeye。
　　Mybreakfastconcluded，Ipaidmybill，andafterinquiringthewaytoBangor，andbiddingadieutothekindlandladyandherdaughter，setoutfromCerrigyDrudion。Mycourselaywest，acrossaflatcountry，boundedinthefardistancebythemightyhillsIhadseenontheprecedingevening。AfterwalkingaboutamileIovertookamanwithagameleg，thatisalegwhich，eitherbynatureoraccidentnotbeingsolongasitsbrotherleg，hadapattenattachedtoit，aboutfiveincheshigh，toenableittododutywiththeother—hewasafellowwithredshockhairandveryredfeatures，andwasdressedinraggedcoatandbreechesandahatwhichhadlostpartofitscrown，andallitsrim，sothatevenwithoutagameleghewouldhavelookedratheraqueerfigure。Inhishandhecarriedafiddle。
　　"Goodmorningtoyou，"saidI。
　　"Agoodmorningtoyourhanner，amerryafternoonandaroaring，joyousevening—thatistheworstluckIwishtoye。"
　　"Areyouanativeoftheseparts？"saidI。
　　"Notexactly，yourhanner—IamanativeofthecityofDublin，or，what’sallthesamething，ofthevillageofDonnybrook，whichisclosebyit。"
　　"Acelebratedplace，"saidI。
　　"Yourhannermaysaythat；alltheworldhasheardofDonnybrook，owingtothehumoursofitsfair。ManyisthemerrytuneIhaveplayedtotheboysatthatfair。"
　　"Youareaprofessorofmusic，Isuppose？"
　　"Andnotaverybadone，asyourhannerwillsay，ifyouallowmetoplayyouatune。"
　　"CanyouplayCroppiesLieDown？"
　　"Icannot，yourhanner，myfingersneverlearnttoplaysuchablackguardtune；butifyouwishtohearCroppiesGetUpIcanobligeye。"
　　"YouareaRomanCatholic，Isuppose？"
　　"Iamnot，yourhanner—IamaCatholictotheback—bone，justlikemyfatherbeforeme。Come，yourhanner，shallIplayyeCroppiesGetUp？"
　　"No，"saidI；"it’satunethatdoesn’tpleasemyears。If，however，youchoosetoplayCroppiesLieDown，I’llgiveyouashilling。"
　　"Yourhannerwillgivemeashilling？"
　　"Yes，"saidI；"ifyouplayCroppiesLieDown；butyouknowyoucannotplayit，yourfingersneverlearnedthetune。"
　　"Theyneverdid，yourhanner；buttheyhavehearditplayedofouldbytheblackguardOrangefiddlersofDublinonthefirstofJuly，whentheProtestantboysusedtowalkroundWillie’sstatueonCollegeGreen—soifyourhannergivesmetheshilling，theymayperhapsbringoutsomethinglikeit。"
　　"Verygood，"saidI；"begin！"
　　"But，yourhanner，whatshallwedoforthewords？thoughmyfingersmayrememberthetunemytonguedoesnotrememberthewords—thatisunless……"
　　"Igiveanothershilling，"saidI；"butnevermindyouthewords；I
　　knowthewords，andwillrepeatthem。"
　　"Andyourhannerwillgivemeashilling？"
　　"Ifyouplaythetune，"saidI。
　　"Hannerbright，yourhanner？"
　　"Honourbright，"saidI。
　　Thereuponthefiddlertakinghisbowandshoulderinghisfiddle，struckupinfirst—ratestyletheglorioustune，whichIhadsooftenheardwithraptureinthedaysofmyboyhoodinthebarrack—
　　yardofClonmel；whilstI，walkingbyhissideashestumpedalong，causedthewelkintoresoundwiththewords，whichwerethedelightoftheyounggentlemenoftheProtestantacademyofthatbeautifuloldtown。
　　"Ineverheardthosewordsbefore，"saidthefiddler，afterIhadfinishedthefirststanza。
　　"Getonwithyou，"saidI。
　　"RegularOrangewords！"saidthefiddler，onmyfinishingthesecondstanza。
　　"Doyouchoosetogeton？"saidI。
　　"MoreblackguardOrangewordsIneverheard！"criedthefiddler，onmycomingtotheconclusionofthethirdstanza。"DivilabitfartherwillIplay；atanyratetillIgettheshilling。"
　　"Hereitisforyou，"saidI；"thesongisended，and，ofcourse，thetune。"
　　"Thankyourhanner，"saidthefiddler，takingthemoney，"yourhannerhaskeptyourwordwithme，whichismorethanIthoughtyourhannerwould。Andnowyourhannerletmeaskyouwhydidyourhannerwishforthattune，whichisnotonlyablackguardonebutquiteoutofdate；andwheredidyourhannergetthewords？"
　　"Iusedtohearthetuneinmyboyishdays，"saidI，"andwishedtohearitagain，forthoughyoucallitablackguardtune，itisthesweetestandmostnobleairthatIreland，thelandofmusic，haseverproduced。Asforthewords，nevermindwhereIgotthem；theyareviolentenough，butnothalfsoviolentasthewordsofsomeofthesongsmadeagainsttheIrishProtestantsbythepriests。"