The devil be good to ye

That’s only a cat’s lick wash yourself properly

He has lost the walk he’s unable to get about

He goes a bit of the way with everybody he has no opinion of his own

If ye want till overtake him, you’ll rise early he’s very clever

Houl’ yer gub  stop talking

Don’t let the grass grow under your feet hasten

Don’t be there till you’re back   hasten

When the patient is rich, there are doctors in plenty

And that was the taking up of the weather!

The scolding over, they talked amicably  OR The tale told they reverted to that safer perennial topic.