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There's no harm to me and maybe some good to the spalpeen I'm after slanging."
"If I get my hands on the spalpeen, the Dullahan will call at his door this night," he said.
There's a party laid on to make even a stodgy spalpeen like you frolic."
Dennie's got them all doing it, the black-hearted spalpeen!
"Sure and it's no happen-so we've not had greetings from the spalpeen.
Let's be off to another tavern and do it ag-och, you black spalpeen, that was no accident!"
"Sure and it's the spalpeen, all right," Viridovix agreed.
"I'll not believe a spalpeen like ye!
"Belike their puir spalpeen was after thinking you'd breakfast on him instead of his fruit," Viridovix said.
How dare you, you miserable little spalpeen.
He'd sooner slit the puir spalpeen's weasand for him."
"He should be packing a wickerwork all full of this spalpeen and howsoever many followed him, and then lighting it off.
"And who's this stone-faced spalpeen?"
"Och, that Gorgidas, the puir spalpeen!
"Aye, you, you sheep-futtering spalpeen!"
Mr. Armadale had proposed marriage to Mary-" "The spalpeen!"
Eoghan Rua then became a spalpeen [Irish spailpín], or itinerant farm worker, until he was 31 years old.
"Why are you not after calling yourself's men out to be riding with us to take the spalpeen, the which'd be worth a million years o' this sitting on the doorstoop o' nowhere."
She had her arm raised to throw it, murmuring: 'Great splaw-footed spalpeen,' and 'I'll send it clean through his brisket,' when the horrified Mumma seized it from her hand.
You percave the little spalpeen is summat down in the mouth, and wears his lift hand in a sling, and it's for that same thing, by yur lave, that I'm going to give you the good rason.
"In 1960 I sold the hard-shell Baptists in Texas on the line that John F. Kennedy was a sweet, simple-hearted Irish spalpeen who sang 'Mother Machree' and would take no orders from the Pope.
'Twill be the other way round, then," the Gaul said to himself, "and bad cess to me for thinking ill o' the spalpeen when he's nobbut a dead corp." But when he dismounted to offer such sympathy as he could, Gorgidas blazed at him: "He's not dead, you bloody witless muttonhead.