"The Leprechawn begged, and scritched, an’ cried, an’ said he wasn’t a rale Leprechawn that was in it, but a young wan that hadn’t anny goold, but Dinnis wouldn’t let go av him, an’ at last the Leprechawn said he’d take him to the pot ov goold that was hid be the say, in a glen in Clare. Dinnis didn’t want to go so far, bein’ afeared the Leprechawn ’ud get away, an’ he thought the divilish baste was afther lyin’ to him, bekase he knewn there was goold closter than that, an’ so he was chokin’ him that his eyes stood out till ye cud knock ’em aff wid a shtick, an’ the Leprechawn axed him would he lave go if he’d give him the magic purse. Dinnis thought he’d betther do it, fur he was mortially afeared the oudacious little villin ’ud do him some thrick an’ get away, so he tuk the purse, afther lookin’ at it to make sure it was red shilk, an’ had the shillin’ in it, but the minnit he tuk his two eyes aff the Leprechawn, away wint the rogue wid a laugh that Dinnis didn’t like at all. "But he was feelin’ very comfortable be razon av gettin’ the purse, an’ says to himself, ’Begorra, ’tis mesilf that’ll ate the full av me waistband fur wan time, an’ dhrink till a stame-ingine can’t squaze wan dhrop more down me neck,’ says he, and aff he goes like a quarther-horse fur Miss Clooney’s sheebeen, that’s where he used fur to go. In he goes, an’ there was Paddy Grogan, an’ Tim O’Donovan, an’ Mike Conathey, an’ Bryan Flaherty, an’ a shtring more av ’em settin’ on the table, an’ he pulls up a sate an’ down he sets, a-callin’ to Miss Clooney to bring her best. "’Where’s yer money?’ says she to him, fur he didn’t use to have none barrin’ a tuppence or so. "’Do you have no fear,’ says he, ’fur the money,’ says he, ’ye pinny-schrapin’ owld shkeleton,’ this was beways av a shot at her, fur it was the size av a load o’ hay she was, an’ weighed a ton. ’Do you bring yer best,’ says he. ’I’m a gintleman av forchune, bad loock to the job o’ work I’ll do till the life laves me. Come, jintlemin, dhrink at my axpinse.’ An’ so they did an’ more than wanst, an’ afther four or five guns apace, Dinnis ordhered dinner fur thim all, but Miss Clooney towld him sorra the bit or sup more ’ud crass the lips av him till he paid fur that he had. So out he pulls the magic purse fur to pay, an’ to show it thim an’ towld thim phat it was an’ where he got it. "’And was it the Leprechawn gev it ye?’ says they. "’It was,’ says Dinnis, ’an’ the varchew av this purse is sich, that if ye take shillin’s out av it be the handful all day long, they’ll be comin’ in a shtrame like whishkey out av a jug,’ says he, pullin’ out wan.