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“I’m sorry to see you giving way to drink like this, Pat,” said the village priest, “you that were always such a respectable boy, too.” “Shure, an’ Oi’m obleeged to do it, your ’anner,” replied Pat. “Oi have to dhrink to droun me trubles.” “H’m,” said his interrogator, “and do you succeed in drowning them?” “No, begorra,” cried Pat, “shure an’ that’s the warst uv it. The divvles can shwim!”