Well,it was very soon in everyone's mouth how Billy Malowney was batin'all before him,astonishin'the ginerals,an frightenin'the inimy to that degree,there was not a Frinchman dare say parley voo outside of the rounds iv his camp.
You may be sure Molly was proud iv that same,though she never spoke a word about it;until at last the news kem home that Billy Malowney was surrounded an'
murdered by the Frinch army,under Napoleon Bonyparty himself.The news was brought by Jack Brynn Dhas,the peddlar,that said he met the corporal iv the regiment on the quay iv Limerick,an'how he brought him into a public-house and thrated him to a naggin,and got all the news about poor Billy Malowney out iv him while they war dhrinkin'it;an'a sorrowful story it was.
The way it happened,accordin'as the corporal tould him,was jist how the Jook iv Wellington detarmined to fight a rale tarin'battle wid the Frinch,and Bonyparty at the same time was aiqually detarmined to fight the divil's own scrimmidge wid the British foorces.
Well,as soon as the business was pretty near ready at both sides,Bonyparty and the general next undher himself gets up behind a bush,to look at their inimies through spy-glasses,and thry would they know any iv them at the distance.
'Bedadad!'says the gineral,afther a divil iv a long spy,'I'd bet half a pint,'says he,'that's Bill Malowney himself,'says he,'down there,'says he.
'Och!'says Bonypart,'do you tell me so?'says he--'I'm fairly heart-scalded with that same Billy Malowney,'says he;'an'I think if I was wanst shut iv him I'd bate the rest iv them aisy,'says he.
'I'm thinking so myself,'says the gineral,says he;'but he's a tough bye,'says he.
'Tough!'says Bonypart,'he's the divil,'says he.
'Begorra,I'd be better plased.'says the gineral,says he,'to take himself than the Duke iv Willinton,'says he,'an' Sir Edward Blakeney into the bargain,'says he.
'The Duke of Wellinton and Gineral Blakeney,'says Bonypart,'is great for planning,no doubt,'says he;'but Billy Malowney's the boy for ACTION,'says he--'an'action's everything,just now,'says he.
So wid that Bonypart pushes up his cocked hat,and begins scratching his head,and thinning and considherin'for the bare life,and at last says he to the gineral:
'Gineral Commandher iv all the Foorces,'says he,'I've hot it,'says he:'ordher out the forlorn hope,'says he,'an'give them as much powdher,both glazed and blasting,'says he,'an'as much bullets do ye mind,an'swan-dhrops an'chain-shot,'says he,'an'all soorts iv waipons an'combustables as they can carry;an'let them surround Bill Malowney,'says he,'an'if they can get any soort iv an advantage,'says he,'let them knock him to smithereens,'says he,'an'then take him presner,'says he;'an'tell all the bandmen iv the Frinch army,'says he,'to play up "Garryowen,"to keep up their sperits,'says he,'all the time they're advancin'.An'you may promise them anything you like in my name,'says he;for,by my sowl,Idon't think its many iv them 'ill come back to throuble us,'says he,winkin'at him.
So away with the gineral,an'he ordhers out the forlorn hope,all'tells the band to play,an'everything else,just as Bonypart desired him.An'sure enough,whin Billy Malowney heerd the music where he was standin'taking a blast of the dhudheen to compose his mind for murdherin'the Frinchmen as usual,being mighty partial to that tune intirely,he cocks his ear a one side,an'down he stoops to listen to the music;but,begorra,who should be in his rare all the time but a Frinch grannideer behind a bush,and seeing him stooped in a convanient forum,bedad he let flies at him sthraight,and fired him right forward between the legs an'the small iv the back,glory be to God!with what they call (saving your presence)a bum-shell.
Well,Bill Malowney let one roar out iv him,an'away he rowled over the field iv battle like a slitther (as Bonypart and the Duke iv Wellington,that was watching the manoeuvres from a distance,both consayved)into glory.
An'sure enough the Frinch was overjoyed beyant all bounds,an'small blame to them--an'the Duke of Wellington,I'm toult,was never all out the same man sinst.
At any rate,the news kem home how Billy Malowney was murdhered by the Frinch in furrin parts.
Well,all this time,you may be sure,there was no want iv boys comin'to coort purty Molly Donovan;but one way ar another,she always kept puttin' them off constant.An'though her father and mother was nathurally anxious to get rid of her respickably,they did not like to marry her off in spite iv her teeth.
An'this way,promising one while and puttin'it off another,she conthrived to get on from one Shrove to another,until near seven years was over and gone from the time when Billy Malowney listed for furrin sarvice.
It was nigh hand a year from the time whin the news iv Leum-a-rinka bein'killed by the Frinch came home,an'in place iv forgettin'him,as the saisins wint over,it's what Molly was growin'paler and more lonesome every day,antil the neighbours thought she was fallin'into a decline;and this is the way it was with her whin the fair of Lisnamoe kem round.
It was a beautiful evenin',just at the time iv the reapin'iv the oats,and the sun was shinin'through the red clouds far away over the hills iv Cahirmore.
Her father an'mother,an'the boys an' girls,was all away down in the fair,and Molly Sittin'all alone on the step of the stile,listening to the foolish little birds whistlin'among the leaves--and the sound of the mountain-river flowin'through the stones an'bushes--an'the crows flyin' home high overhead to the woods iv Glinvarlogh--an'down in the glen,far away,she could see the fair-green iv Lisnamoe in the mist,an'sunshine among the grey rocks and threes--an'the cows an'the horses,an'the blue frieze,an'the red cloaks,an'the tents,an'the smoke,an' the ould round tower--all as soft an'as sorrowful as a dhrame iv ould times.
