Wisha

Wisha, becoming back to us way home in Biddyhouse one way or either anywhere we miss your smile.

Finnegans Wake 2006

‘Wisha! wisha,’ says I. ‘A pound of chops,’ says he, ‘coming into the Mansion House.’

Dubliners 2003

"Wisha, begor, 't is your reverence was wanted to tache these blackguards a lesson."

My New Curate P.A. Sheehan

Wisha! where in the world did you get him? or where did he come from, at all, at all?

My New Curate P.A. Sheehan

'Wisha, 't is aisy for you to lecture poor people who have not a bite or

My New Curate P.A. Sheehan

"Wisha, Jemmy, agra, there's no knowing what you'll be when you grows up."

My New Curate P.A. Sheehan

"Wisha, thin, I thought the priests had some sinse."

My New Curate P.A. Sheehan

"Wisha, thin, your reverence, naither did I; but God give me the strinth to come down on this sorrowful journey."

My New Curate P.A. Sheehan

"Wisha, this is goin 'to be a wild night, I'm thinkin'!" sighed she, wrapping a faded and much-worn "broshay" shawl more securely about her, and striving to protect both herself and her wares beneath the shelter of a dilapidated umbrella, one of the ribs of which had parted company with the cotton covering, -- escaped from its moorings, as it were, and stood out independently.

Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir Mary Catherine Crowley

"Wisha, thin, Jem, 't is you're the divil painted."

My New Curate P.A. Sheehan