What they said to aich other, an’ what they done in the way of embracin’ an’ kissin’ an’ cryin’ I won’t take time in telling you.
“Next,” says Darby, “send back Rosie and the pigs.”
“I expected that,” says the King. And at those words they saw a black bunch coming through the air, and in a few seconds Rosie and the three pigs walked into the stable.
“Now,” says Darby, “promise in the name of Ould Nick” (’tis by him the Good People swear) “never to moil nor meddle agin with anyone or anything from this parish.”
The King was fair put out by this. Howsomever, he said at last: “You ongrateful scoundrel, in the name of Ould Nick I promise.”
“So far, so good,” says Darby; “but the worst is yet to come. Now you must raylase from your spell every sowl you’ve stole from this parish; and besides, you must send me two hundhred pounds in goold.”
Well, the King gave a roar of anger that was heard in the next barony.
“Ye high-handed, hard-hearted robber,” he says, “I’ll never consent!” says he.
