"Aidin' uhn abettin'"?

The de'il a word uhv a lie, 'n all.

We all know about youse Montiagh men. If it's not one sort o' devilment an' blackguardry it's anawr.

Gentlemen, ye'd be well-advised to pay not one bit o' heed till a word that comes out of this hallion's gub. Same for any ill-reared gather-up from the Seven Derries. (Apart, that is from some of the good oul' stock in Ardmore.)

Sure, who the hell am I talkin' till? Yiz are all as bad as each awr, butterin' yourselves up! I'm away back to my grave, so I am, where none can torment me.