eight o'clock
And it 's hurroo , hurroo ! Biddy O'Rafferty ! ' After all , aix , the priest bates us out . There 's eight o'clock now , and I 'm not off ; devil a one 's stirring in the house either . Well , I believe I may take my leave of it ; sorrow many tunes of the pipes it 's likely to hear , with Tony Basset over it . And my heart 's low when I think of that child there . Poor Tom !