Mary. Oh, it's too good you all are to me. Whether it's asleep or awake I am, I thank you kindly.
Blind Man. Don't forget the fiddler.
Grey-Haired Man. Are you Raftery?
Blind Man.
Who will give Raftery a shilling?
Here is his platter: who is willing?
Who will give honour to the poet?
Here is his platter: show it, show it.
Grey-Haired Farmer. You're welcome; you're welcome! That is Raftery, anyhow! (Puts money in the plate.)
Blind Man.
Come hither, girls, give what you can
To the poor old travelling man.
Grey-Haired Man. Aurah Susan, aurah Oona, are you looking at who is before you, the greatest poet in Ireland? That is Raftery himself. It is often you heard talk of the girl that got a husband with the praises he gave her. If he gives you the same, maybe you'll get husbands with it.
First Girl. I often heard talk of Raftery.