Sir, – Irish musicians have always had a unique way with insults. 388. He couldn’t tell a crotchet from a hatchet. 389. Her ears are painted on. – Yours, etc,
Sir, – 390. Ye’re a grand pair, the three of ye, morning again last night when ye came home. The whole country in bed and everybody going by looking in at the light on here. (Used by a Mayo mother to scold her adult children). – Yours, etc,