“'Now, your sowl, that does you, any way--(crack, whack)--hurro!--huzza!--huzza!--Man for man, boys--an O'Hallaghan's done for--whoo! for our side--tol-deroll, folderoll, tow, row, row--huzza!--fol-deroll, fol-deroll, tow, row, row, huzza for the O'Callaghans!' “From this moment the battle became delightful; it was now pelt and welt on both sides, but many of the kippeens were broken: many of the boys had their fighting arms disabled by a dislocation, or bit of fracture, and those weren't equal to more than doing a little upon such as were down. “In the midst of the din, such a dialogue as this might be heard: “'Larry, you're after being done for, for this day.' (Whack, crack.) “'Only an eye gone--is that Mickey?' (whick, whack, crick, crack.) “'That's it, my darlings!--you may say that, Larry--'tis my mother's son that's in it--(crack, crack,--a general huzza.): (Mickey and Larry) huzza! huzza! huzza for the O'Hallaghans! What have you got, Larry?--(crack, crack). “'Only the bone of my arm, God be praised for it, very purtily snapt across!' (whack, whack). “'Is that all? Well, some people have luck!'--(crack, crack, crack). “'Why I've no reason to complain, thank God--(whack, crack!)--purty play that, any way--Paddy O'Callaghan's settled--did you hear it?--(whack, whack, another shout)--That's it boys--handle the shilleleys!--Success O'Hallaghans--down with the bloody O'Callaghans!' “'I did hear it: so is Jem O'Hallaghan--(crack, whack, whack, crack)--you're not able to get up, I see--tare-an-ounty, isn't it a pleasure to hear that play?--What ails you?' “'Oh, Larry, I'm in great pain, and getting very weak, entirely'--(faints). “'Faix, and he's settled too, I'm thinking.' “'Oh, murdher, my arm!' (One of the O'Callaghans attacks him--crack, crack)-- “'Take that, you vagabone!'--(whack, whack). “' Murdher, murdher, is it strikin' a down man you're after?--foul, foul, and my arm broke!'--(crack, crack). “'Take that, with what you got before, and it'll ase you, maybe.' “(A party of the O'Hallaghans attack the man who is beating him). “'Murdher, murdher!'--(crack, whack, whack, crack, crack, whack). “'Lay on him, your sowls to pirdition--lay on him, hot and heavy--give it to him! He sthruck me and me down wid my broken arm!' “'Foul, ye thieves of the world!--(from the O'Callaghan)--foul! five against one--give me fair play!--(crack, crack, crack)--Oh!--(whack) Oh, oh, oh!'--(falls senseless, covered with blood). “'Ha, hell's cure to you, you bloody thief; you didn't spare me with my arm broke'--(Another general shout.) 'Bad end to it, isn't it a poor case entirely, that I can't even throw up my caubeen, let alone join in the diversion.'