"'Hanner bright, your hanner?'

"'Honour bright,' said I.

"Thereupon the fiddler, taking his bow and shouldering his fiddle, struck
up in first-rate style the glorious tune, which I had so often heard with
rapture in the days of my boyhood in the barrack yard of Clonmel; whilst
I walking by his side as he stumped along, caused the welkin to resound
with the words, which were the delight of the young gentlemen of the
Protestant academy of that beautiful old town.

"'I never heard those words before,' said the fiddler, after I had
finished the first stanza.

"'Get on with you,' said I.

"'Regular Orange words!' said the fiddler, on my finishing the second
stanza.

"'Do you choose to get on?' said I.

"'More blackguard Orange words I never heard!' cried the fiddler, on my
coming to the conclusion of the third stanza. 'Divil a bit farther will
I play; at any rate till I get the shilling.'

"'Here it is for you,' said I; 'the song is ended and of course the
tune.'

"'Thank your hanner,' said the fiddler, taking the money, 'your hanner