Taig: Covering yourself with choice clothing for to deceive me and to lead me astray!
Darby: Putting on your head a fine glossy hat and I thinking you to have come with the spring-tide, the way you had luck through your life!
Taig: Letting on to be Dermot Melody! You that are but the cull and the weakling of a race! It is a queer game you played on me and a crooked game. I never would have brought my legs so far to meet with the sooty likes of you!
Darby: Letting on to be my poor Timothy O'Harragha!
Taig: I never was called but Taig. Timothy was a sort of a Holy day name.
Darby: Where now are our two cousins? Or is it that the both of us are cracked?
Taig: It is, or our mothers before us.
Darby: My mother was a McGarrity woman from Loughrea. It is Mary was her Christened name.
Taig: So was my own mother of the McGarritys. It is sisters they were sure enough.
Darby: That makes us out to be full cousins in the heel.