his last head. Jack had great conceit in himself now and he said he would go up and have a look at the castle. When he heard the voice in the tree saying: "Oh, Jack will you take me down?"
"Oh musha stay there" says Jack. "I must go after the cows; I was nearly forgetting them. So he got them together & drove them home into the yard, where he met his master & he crying.
"Oh Jack", says he, "the curse has fallen on me. My daughter must go tomorrow to the mouth of the Shannon to fight the firy Dragon. But she has no chance of fighting it."
"Well, sir", says Jack, "maybe some luck fellow would come and save her for you"
"Well let us hope that there will" says he; going in & embracing his daughter with tears in his eyes.
Jack finished his work milking, ate his supper and went to bed, where he slept soundly 'til morning.
He was awakened early by his master who told him they were going away now (meaning

"Oh, Jack, it was you who saved me life on the banks of the Shannon fighting the firy dragons!"
"How do you know that?" says Jack
"By the clip on the back of your head. There's where I cut off a bit of you hair," says the young lady.
"Well," says Jack, "what about it anyhow?"
"Oh there's a good deal about it" says she "for I'll marry no other man but him"
"Oh well," says Jack, "sooner than let you be an ould maid all your life let it be so. And, mind you, I'm not a poor man at all I have thousands and thousands of guineas here in my possession. Twenty men working here and three splendid horses into the bargain.
The gentleman was greatly surprised when he heard this, and of course he was delighted too. He left Jack and his daughter together while he himself went off for a clergman to marry them right away. After the gentleman had gone Jack took the young lady out for a walk on the lawn.
When they were passing under a big tree

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"níl morl, oí ann ina Ara Mat, - Reill brinn ít-
aid líll 'ím iohuic tó do."
"Ól Ó Dealaic ló Sod, Na sais, "sim go
id uílú boys at Nome. D’m ’feadín Gous ar gl
a’ Mham," Ne suais, "an Phayín Mham mona." Ne
says: "Ó I gac Mat Lelle," le dair, "Feid Do
ac,"
"Ól Mhan aon coort- gur mhat gella," Ne suis.
"Ihat íll gon aoh. Gon ’ím?" Ne sais.
"Well," Ne saig in Complimert- l toure,"
Na sais. "d’le gul tím lá an Goc firy ponna."
So beaor Mhay maide. Pe dale ansuag- he
brouga. Is haire nílú. Ním gor gru pound.
Mhan bhe hent Loma he sackid ar che bayd he
ád.
"Dine a bhealla Rue nois," Ne sais, "Mat ’ill do
all sí bean aoir amusan."
dó beaon mart- moonín he liad ar a
bnndíl a’ leotha ad bark necúplí and eochlúins
aid puí- Mhem aronnd níos neas ais lil- ’m bbg-
bóla ’im b go bhre bark ard bó Mhe phot-
fíll - ans save ’im’ ordln goin."