It fell beside his tumbler,
and when he looked at it, what was it but the eye of a sheep. Well,
he couldn't imagine who threw it at him, or why it was thrown at him.
After a little he got a blow on the other cheek, and still it was by
another sheep's eye. Well, he was much vexed, but he thought better
to say nothing. In two minutes more, when he was opening his mouth to
take a sup, another sheep's eye was slapped into it. He sputtered it
out, and cried, "Man o' the house, isn't it a great shame for you to
have any one in the room that would do such a nasty thing?"
"Master," says Jack, "don't blame the honest man. Sure it's only
myself that was throwin' them sheep's eyes at you, to remind you I was
here, and that I wanted to drink the bride and bridegroom's health.
You know yourself bade me."
"I know that you are a great rascal; and where did you get the eyes?"
"An' where would I get 'em but in the heads of your own sheep? Would
you have me meddle with the bastes of any neighbor, who might put me
in the Stone Jug for it?"
"Sorrow on me that ever I had the bad luck to meet with you."
"You're all witness," said Jack, "that my master says he is sorry for
having met with me.
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