Jackeen

Although I lived in Ireland for a number of years, there were plenty of words and phrases here that were new to me, including “chattyboo,” “noodenaw,” “crackawlies” and, best of all, “jackeen scrote.”

Patsy, an Irish maid, and Tom, a Dublin jackeen, work for an arty lady named Willa McCord, who makes stained-glass windows.

Barnaby Baxter is a five-year-old who has dreamed up a fairy godfather named Jackeen J. O'Malley.

"We'll get Home Rule when a pair o' white wings sprouts out o' me shoulders an' I fly away like a blackbird," said an old market woman with great emphasis; and a Dublin jackeen, piloting an American over the city, said: "This, Sorr, is College Green, an' that, Sorr, is Thrinity College, an' that Sorr,"—here he pointed to the grand pile opposite the College—"that Sorr, is the grate buildin' in which the Irish Parliament is not going to meet!"

He was de-termined, though, an' th' first man that made a face at him he walloped in th' jaw; an' he'd been on th' canal no more thin a month before he licked ivry man in th' gang but th' section boss, who'd been a Dublin jackeen, an' weighed sixteen stone an' was great with a thrip an' a punch.