“Of customers soon I got-- Ould friends they were--a score; But wouldn't I go to pot Without as many more? Musha! bad luck for me!-- Attend to this, I beg,-- They all had been to sea, And each o' them lost a leg!” Going on at that rate wouldn't suit Corney at all: he found the wolf was getting every day nearer his door; so, at last, he thought he'd try what sort of a trade begging was. It wasn't long before he'd the model of a ship, built and rigged by himself, fastened to his skull-cap; and for many's the year he carried it about to and fro, here and there and everywhere, until he and his pipes--and, by all accounts, he's one o' the finest hands at them you ever heard--were as well known as the bridge of Waterford. For the first time in my life,--the night he looked in upon me, when I was bothering myself about The Beg's being sould,--I saw Corney without his ship. “Arrah! Corney,” says I, “who've you struck your flag to?” “To the captain of the Dutch merchantman,” says he. “Well, but how happened it, Corney?” says I. “Why, then,” says he, “I'll tell you:--About an hour ago upon my arrival at my cousin Fogarty's, after being away since Sunday se'nnight, I heard the whole story about the Dutch vessel being blown ashore, and took a half-a-pint, or so, of the fine hollands my cousin had got from her captain. After that, I was tould how he'd given every soul in the place from one to three quarts of it, for the kindness that had been shewn him, in getting his ship off without damage. And, says Luke Fogarty,-- roaring like a bull in my ear,--'He's just bid us good b'ye; for his vessel's under weigh again, and himself going on board as soon as he gets to the beach.' Very well, thinks I; wooden-legged as I am, I'll see if I can't overtake the Dutchman, and coax him out of a keg, or a bottle at least: for, to tell the truth, hollands is delicious; and I never tasted a sup of any thing drinkable so fine as the hollands the Dutch captain left at Luke Fogarty's. Away I wint; and, in less time than you'd dance down a lame woman at a jig-house, as the night was bright as day itself, I hove up within sight of the Dutchman.