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> Mick and Paddy had promised their uncle Seamus, who had been a

> seafaring gent all his life, to bury him at sea when he died. Of

> course, in due time, he did pass away and the boys kept their promise.

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> They set off with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and

> loaded onto their rowboat.. After a while Mick says, 'Do yer tink dis

> is fer enuff out, Paddy?'

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> Without a word Paddy slips over the side, only to find himself standing

> in water up to his knees. 'Dis'll neva do, Mick. Let's row some more.'

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> After a bit more rowing Paddy slips over the side again, but the water

> is only up to his belly, so they row on.

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> Again Mick asks Paddy, 'Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Paddy?' Once

> again Paddy slips over the side and almost immediately says, 'No,

> dis'll neva do.' The water was only up to his chest.

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> So on they row and row and row and finally Paddy slips over the side

> and disappears. Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Mick is really

> getting himself into a state when suddenly Paddy breaks the surface,

> gasping for breath. 'Well is it deep enuff yet, Paddy?'

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> 'Aye 'tis', says Paddy. 'Hand me da shovel.'