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diff --git a/75538-0.txt b/75538-0.txt index 24e5fc2..979adda 100644 --- a/75538-0.txt +++ b/75538-0.txt @@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ TH’ OULD MASTER 1 WALLED OUT: OR, ESCHATOLOGY IN A BOG 43 -LAST TIME AT M’GURK’S: +LAST TIME AT M‘GURK’S: OR, MICK FLYNN _DE SENECTUTE_ 73 @@ -790,7 +790,7 @@ XV - LAST TIME AT M’GURK’S + LAST TIME AT M‘GURK’S OR, MICK FLYNN _DE SENECTUTE_ @@ -800,19 +800,19 @@ XV - LAST TIME AT M’GURK’S + LAST TIME AT M‘GURK’S OR, MICK FLYNN _DE SENECTUTE_ I - Betther nor thirty year sin’ Barney M’Gurk set up + Betther nor thirty year sin’ Barney M‘Gurk set up Here by the ould cross-roads, and, begorra, there’s many a sup I’ve tuk sittin’ snug be the hearth in the corner he calls me own, For all it’s a quare bad custhomer Barney’ll ha’ found me, ochone, This long while back, bringin’ seldom or never the pinny to spind; - But Barney M’Gurk isn’t wan that ’ud disremember a frind. + But Barney M‘Gurk isn’t wan that ’ud disremember a frind. So many’s the warm I’ve had in the could o’ the winther’s night, For he keeps up the grandest o’ fires; ye’ll see the glim of it bright Away down the bog; it’s the divil to pass be the door in the dark, @@ -1004,7 +1004,7 @@ IX But I’m just afther hearin’ this day what has settled me plans in me mind, Like as if I had turned round me face; and I won’t go a-lookin’ behind. I’d been sthreelin’ about in the slip at the back, whin I thought I’d creep down - An’ see what was up at M’Gurk’s, for it’s weeks since I’ve been in the town; + An’ see what was up at M‘Gurk’s, for it’s weeks since I’ve been in the town; So round to the front I was come, an’ the first thing that ever I seen Was two gintlemen close to our door, an’ a car standin’ down the boreen. And the wan o’ the two was a sthranger, a stout little man, wid each square diff --git a/75538-h/75538-h.htm b/75538-h/75538-h.htm index ab757fd..1cb9b97 100644 --- a/75538-h/75538-h.htm +++ b/75538-h/75538-h.htm @@ -1,12 +1,12 @@ <!DOCTYPE html> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="UTF-8"> <title> Bog-land studies | Project Gutenberg </title> <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> - <style> /* <![CDATA[ */ + <style> body { margin-left: 10%; @@ -40,7 +40,7 @@ hr { hr.tb {width: 45%; margin-left: 27.5%; margin-right: 27.5%;} hr.chap {width: 65%; margin-left: 17.5%; margin-right: 17.5%;} @media print { hr.chap {display: none; visibility: hidden;} } - + div.chapter {page-break-before: always;} h2.nobreak {page-break-before: avoid;} @@ -129,8 +129,7 @@ abbr[title] { .poetry .indent0 {text-indent: -3em;} .poetry .indent2 {text-indent: -2em;} - - /* ]]> */ </style> +</style> </head> <body> <div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75538 ***</div> @@ -178,7 +177,7 @@ TH’ OULD MASTER </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr <tr><td> WALLED OUT: OR, ESCHATOLOGY IN A BOG </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> <tr><td> -LAST TIME AT M’GURK’S: OR, MICK FLYNN <i>DE SENECTUTE</i> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +LAST TIME AT M‘GURK’S: OR, MICK FLYNN <i>DE SENECTUTE</i> </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> <tr><td> BY THE BOG-HOLE </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr> <tr><td> @@ -509,7 +508,7 @@ A CURLEW’S CALL </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>< <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Whiles I’ve seen a big elm-tree the storm’s afther blowin’ clane out o’ the ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Whiles I’ve seen a big elm-tree the storM‘s afther blowin’ clane out o’ the ground,</div> <div class="verse indent0">That lay stark where it fell all the long winter thro’, till the spring-time came round,</div> <div class="verse indent0">An’ the twigs on its boughs in the grass ’ud be greenin’ wid leaf-buds an’ shoots</div> <div class="verse indent0">Same as if they were wavin’ above; but one knew it was up by the roots,</div> @@ -849,7 +848,7 @@ A CURLEW’S CALL </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>< <div class="verse indent0">The name of every saint in Heaven an’ every divil in Hell.</div> <div class="verse indent0">But cock up the likes of thimselves to be settlin’ it all to their taste—</div> <div class="verse indent0">I sez, and the wife she sez I’m no more nor a haythin baste—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For mighty few o’ thim’s rael Quality, musha, they’re mostly a pack</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For mighty few o’ thiM‘s rael Quality, musha, they’re mostly a pack</div> <div class="verse indent0">O’ playbians, each wid a tag to his name an’ a long black coat to his back;</div> <div class="verse indent0">An’ it’s on’y romancin’ they are belike; a man must stick be his trade,</div> <div class="verse indent0">An’ <i>they</i> git their livin’ by lettin’ on they know how wan’s sowl is made.</div> @@ -867,7 +866,7 @@ A CURLEW’S CALL </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>< <div class="verse indent0">Be tellin’ the same thrue story, sin’ they know such a won’erful heap;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span> <div class="verse indent0">For many a thing Priest tells ye that Parson sez is a lie,</div> <div class="verse indent0">An’ which has a right to be wrong, the divil a much know I,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">For all the differ I see ’twixt the pair o’ thim’d fit in a nut:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For all the differ I see ’twixt the pair o’ thiM‘d fit in a nut:</div> <div class="verse indent0">Wan for the Union, an’ wan for the League, an’ both o’ thim bitther as sut.</div> <div class="verse indent2">But Misther Pierce, that’s a gintleman born, an’ has college larnin’ and all,</div> <div class="verse indent0">There he was starin’ no wiser than me where the shadow stands like a wall.</div> @@ -1153,7 +1152,7 @@ A CURLEW’S CALL </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>< <div class="chapter"> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span></p> -<p class="center xbig">LAST TIME AT M’GURK’S<br><span class="small">OR, MICK FLYNN <i>DE SENECTUTE</i></span></p> +<p class="center xbig">LAST TIME AT M‘GURK’S<br><span class="small">OR, MICK FLYNN <i>DE SENECTUTE</i></span></p> </div> @@ -1170,7 +1169,7 @@ A CURLEW’S CALL </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>< <div class="chapter"> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LAST_TIME_AT_MGURKS">LAST TIME AT M’GURK’S<br><span class="small">OR, MICK FLYNN <i>DE SENECTUTE</i></span></h2> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="LAST_TIME_AT_MGURKS">LAST TIME AT M‘GURK’S<br><span class="small">OR, MICK FLYNN <i>DE SENECTUTE</i></span></h2> </div> @@ -1180,12 +1179,12 @@ A CURLEW’S CALL </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>< <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Betther nor thirty year sin’ Barney M’Gurk set up</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Betther nor thirty year sin’ Barney M‘Gurk set up</div> <div class="verse indent0">Here by the ould cross-roads, and, begorra, there’s many a sup</div> <div class="verse indent0">I’ve tuk sittin’ snug be the hearth in the corner he calls me own,</div> <div class="verse indent0">For all it’s a quare bad custhomer Barney’ll ha’ found me, ochone,</div> <div class="verse indent0">This long while back, bringin’ seldom or never the pinny to spind;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But Barney M’Gurk isn’t wan that ’ud disremember a frind.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">But Barney M‘Gurk isn’t wan that ’ud disremember a frind.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span> <div class="verse indent0">So many’s the warm I’ve had in the could o’ the winther’s night,</div> <div class="verse indent0">For he keeps up the grandest o’ fires; ye’ll see the glim of it bright</div> <div class="verse indent0">Away down the bog; it’s the divil to pass be the door in the dark,</div> @@ -1425,7 +1424,7 @@ A CURLEW’S CALL </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>< <div class="verse indent0">But I’m just afther hearin’ this day what has settled me plans in me mind,</div> <div class="verse indent0">Like as if I had turned round me face; and I won’t go a-lookin’ behind.</div> <div class="verse indent2">I’d been sthreelin’ about in the slip at the back, whin I thought I’d creep down</div> - <div class="verse indent0">An’ see what was up at M’Gurk’s, for it’s weeks since I’ve been in the town;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An’ see what was up at M‘Gurk’s, for it’s weeks since I’ve been in the town;</div> <div class="verse indent0">So round to the front I was come, an’ the first thing that ever I seen</div> <div class="verse indent0">Was two gintlemen close to our door, an’ a car standin’ down the boreen.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And the wan o’ the two was a sthranger, a stout little man, wid each square</div> @@ -2491,7 +2490,7 @@ impartially and humanely.</p> <div class="verse indent0">That I’m come like the winther’s worst day, after lavin’ me betthers behind;</div> <div class="verse indent0">An’ the nearer I git to the ould place at home, it’s the stranger I seem,</div> <div class="verse indent0">Missin’ thim I’ll behold there no more till me furlough I take in a dream.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">But the divil a dream’s in it now, and I’d liefer dream ugly than think</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the divil a dreaM‘s in it now, and I’d liefer dream ugly than think</div> <div class="verse indent0">What Jack Connolly’s folk ’ill remember whinever they notice the blink</div> <div class="verse indent0">Of me coat past their hedge, and I goin’ their road. Jack’s poor mother belike</div> <div class="verse indent0">‘Ill be feedin’ her hins in the door, or else gath’rin’ her clothes at the dyke,</div> @@ -2685,3 +2684,4 @@ at the Edinburgh University Press.<br> </body> </html> + |