"Oh, my name's Sam'l Hall--Sam'l Hall;
My name's Sam'l Hall--Sam'l Hall.
My name is Sam'l Hall,
And I hate you one an' all,
You're a gang of muckers all--
Damn your eyes!"
"Listen!" said Lawlor, turning to his guest with a deprecating wave of
the hand. "A cook what sings! Which in the old days I wouldn't have had
a bum like that around my place, but there ain't no choosin' now."
The voice from the kitchen rolled out louder:
"I killed a man, they said, so they said;
I killed a man, they said, so they said.
I killed a man they said,
For I hit 'im on the head,
And I left him there for dead--
Damn your eyes!"
"Hey! Shorty Kilrain!" bellowed the aggravated host.
He turned to Bard.
"What'd you do with a bum like that for a cook?"
"Pay him wages and keep him around to sing songs. I like this one.
Listen!"
"They put me in the quad--in the quad;
They put me in the quad--in the quad.
They put me in the quad,
They chained me to a rod,
And they left me there, by God--
Damn your eyes!"
"Kilrain, come here and make it fast or I'll damn your eyes!"
He explained to Bard: "Got to be hard with these fellers or you never
get nowhere with 'em.
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