Hes WitH THE STorY TELLERS

Great strength he also did possess,
Though very quiet, nevertheless,
If to annoy him some persist,
They’d find a rough antangonist;
For I have seen him in my time,
Toss Jimmy Moylan in his prime,
. While with him Bill did simply toy,
As if he were a mere school boy;
. A man who had been looked upon,
| Of all the parish champion.
But now my story to pursue,
And I assure you it is true;
Nor will I soon forget the night
When Bill appeared o’ercome with fright:
: “Declared the devil he had seen,
. Head, horns and all, upon the green.”
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If any grounds for doubt remained, |
7 He’d take an oath he saw him chained;

| | He could tell more, but feared his spite,
| Yet told how he ate grass all night;
i Enough to last a hundred, steers |
And more, for full a hundred years. |
it His hearers thought it rather queer, |
| The devil could find no better cheer,
| And hinted quite as much to Bill,
Who oft before saw on the hill |
Some ghostly form, and helter skelter,
He’d flee till he found friendly shelter.

i} ‘a My father who was wont to keep

Hh The lazy knave, and let him sleep

He. Beneath his roof in shine or rain,

it tb Threatened to turn him out again,
a If to the hill he did not go

Ve With Tommy Blake and Jerry Keough

ii From whom he’d learn if it were so.

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