about ten o'clock
The wedding morning , or the bride 's part of it , * as they say , was beautiful . It was then the month of July . The evening before my father '' * and my brother went over to Jemmy Finigan 's , to make the regulations for the wedding . We , that is my party , were to be at the bride 's house about ten o'clock , and we were then to proceed , all on horseback , to the priest 's , to be married . We were then , after drinking something at Tom Hance 's public-house , to come back as far as the Dumbhill , where we were to start and run for the bottle . That morning we were all up at the shriek of day . From six o'clock my own faction , friends and neighbors , began to come , all mounted ; and about eight o'clock there was a whole regiment of them , some on horses , some on mules , others on raheries ** and asses ; and , by my word , I believe little Dick Snudaghan , the tailor 's apprentice , that had a hand in making my wedding-clothes , was mounted upon a buck goat , with a bridle of salvages tied to his horns .