Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like
he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a
sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised
and he's walking with a limp.

"What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender.
"Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy.
"That little , O'Conner," says Sean, "he couldn't
do that to you, he must have had something in his
hand."

"That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had,
and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself,
didn't you have something in your hand?"

"That I did," said Paddy. "Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and
a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight,"

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