Another Irish Joke

[the defender NP-t]

Tim Kelly was walking through a dim passageway when someone spoke to
him.
"Good evenin', Kelly," said the muffled figure. "Don't ye be knowin'
your old friend Grogan anymore?"
Kelly stared at Grogan, whose face was a patchwork of bandages and
adhesive plaster. One arm was in a sling and he was leaning on a crutch.
"Saints! " cried Kelly. "Was ye hit by a train, Grogan, or did ye merely
jump from the trestle?"
"It could've been both," said Grogan, "considerin' the feel of it. But
the truth is, I was in bed with Murphy's wife when Murphy himself comes
in with a murtherin' big shillelagh in his hand, and the inconsiderate
creature beat the livin' bejazus outa me."
"He did indade," said Kelly. "But couldn't ye defend y'rself, Grogan?
Hadn't ye nothin' in your own hand?"
"Only Mrs. Murphy's ass," said Grogan. "It's a beautiful thing in
itself, but not worth a dom in a fight."