Stop that barkin', now, you whelp, Or I'll kick you till you yelp!
For as the lion's whelp may be called a lion, or the horse's foal a foal, so the son of a king may be called a king.
"It seems you love that—whelp, that thing that was my brother," he said, sneering.
Give the whelp a couple of half-crowns, Halkett, and send him adrift.
How came you here, you vagabond Irish ...