“The scene now changes to the O’Callaghan side.

“’Jack—­oh, Jack, avourneen—­hell to their sowls for murdherers—­Paddy’s killed—­his skull’s smashed!  Revinge, boys, Paddy O’Callaghan’s killed!  On with you, O’Callaghans—­on with you—­on with you, Paddy O’Callaghan’s murdhered—­take to the stones—­that’s it—­keep it up, down with:  him!  Success!—­he’s the bloody villain that:  didn’t show him marcy—­that’s it.  Tunder-an-ouns, is it laving him that way you are afther—­let me at him!’

“‘Here’s a stone, Tom!’

“‘No, no, this stick has the lead in it.  It’ll do him, never fear!’

“‘Let him alone, Barney, he’s got enough.’

“’By the powdhers, it’s myself that won’t:  didn’t he kill Paddy?—­(crack, crack).  Take that, you murdhering thief!’—­(whack, whack).

“’Oh!—­(whack, crack)—­my head—­I’m killed—­I’m’—­(crack—­kicks the bucket).

“’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).