Daniel O'Rourke's wonderful voyage to the moon… (1850)
“ If you don’t, my man, I shall just give you a shake, and one slap of my wing, and send you down to the ground, where every bone in your body will be smashed as small as a drop of dew on a cabbage-leaf in the morning. Why, then, I’m in a fine way, said I to myself ever to have come along with the likes of you, and so giving him a hearty curse in Irish, for fear he’d know what I said, I got off his back with a heavy heart, took a hold of the reaping-hook, and saw down upon the moon, and a mighty cold seat it was, I can tell you that. ”
