. Scant and sparing were they in the mate and drink,
and yet more sparing in the money, and Daniel O'Connell never gave me the
sovereign which he promised me. No, your hanner, though I played
"Croppies Get Up," till my fingers ached, as I stumped before him and his
mobs and processions, he never gave me the sovereign: unlike your hanner
who gave me the shilling ye promised me for playing "Croppies Lie Down,"
Daniel O'Connell never gave me the sovereign he promised me for playing
"Croppies Get Up." Och, your hanner, I often wished the ould Orange days
were back again. However as I could do no better I continued going the
whole hog with the emancipators and repalers and Dan O'Connell; I went
the whole animal with them till they had got emancipation; and I went the
whole animal with them till they nearly got repale--when all of a sudden
they let the whole thing drop--Dan and his party having frighted the
Government out of its seven senses, and gotten all they thought they
could get, in money and places, which was all they wanted, let the whole
hullabaloo drop, and of course myself, who formed part of it. I went to
those who had persuaded me to give up my Orange tunes, and to play Papist
ones, begging them to give me work; but they tould me very civilly that
they had no farther occasion for my services. I went to Daniel O'Connell
reminding him of the sovereign he had promised me, and offering if he
gave it me to play "Croppies Get Up" under the nose of the
lord-lieutenant himself; but he tould me that he had not time to attend
to me, and when I persisted, bade me go to the Divil and shake myself.
Well, your hanner, seeing no prospect for myself in my own country, and
having incurred some little debts, for which I feared to be arrested, I
came over to England and Wales, where with little content and
satisfaction I have passed seven years.'

"'Well,' said I, 'thank you for your history--farewell.'

"'Stap, your hanner; does your hanner think that the Orange will ever be
out of the kennel, and that the Orange boys will ever walk round the
brass man and horse in College Green as they did of ould?'

"'Who knows?' said I. 'But suppose all that were to happen, what would
it signify to you?'

"'Why then Divil in my patten if I would not go back to Donnybrook and
Dublin, hoist the Orange cockade, and become as good an Orange boy as
ever.'

"'What,' said I, 'and give up Popery for the second time?'

"'I would, your hanne