Blind Man. Don't forget the fiddler, O right woman.
Woman. And are you Raftery?
Blind Man.
I am Raftery the poet,
Full of gentleness and love;
With eyes without light,
With quietness, without misery.
Woman. Good the man.
Blind Man.
Quick, quick, quick, for no man
Need speak twice to a handy woman;
I'll praise you when I hear the clatter
Of your shilling on my platter.
(A young man comes in with a side of bacon in his arms, and stands waiting.)
Woman. Indeed, I would not begrudge it to you if it was a piece of gold I had (puts shilling in plate). The 'Repentance' you made is at the end of my fingers. Here's another customer for you now. (The young man comes forward, and gives the bacon to Martin, who puts it with the meal.)
Mary. I thank you kindly. Oh, it's like the miracle worked for Saint Colman, sending him his dinner in the bare hills!