For good for ever, ‘I’m finished with him for good’
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.