ten o'clock A.M.
This toast being drunk with enthusiastic applause , Fighting Attie began the recital of his little history . `` You sees , Captain , '' said he , putting himself in a martial position , and looking Clifford full in the face , `` that I 'm not addicted to much blarney . Little cry and much wool is my motto . At ten o'clock A.M. saw the enemy -- in the shape of a Doctor of Divinity . ` Blow me , ' says I to Old Bags , ` but I 'll do his reverence ! ' ` Blow me , ' says Old Bags , ` but you sha ' n't , -- you 'll have us scragged if you touches the Church . ' ` My grandmother ! '