Blind Man.
He that got good gold
For calves he never sold
Must put good money down
With a laugh, without a frown;
Or I'll destroy that man
With a bone-breaking rann.
I'll rhyme him by the book
To a blue-watery look.
Miser. Oh, Raftery, don't do that. I tasted enough of your ranns just now, and I don't want another taste of them. There's threepence for you. (He puts three pennies in the plate.)
Blind Man.
I'll put a new name upon
This strong farmer, of Thrippeny John.
He'll be called, without a doubt,
Thrippeny John from this time out.
Put your sovereign on my plate,
Or that and worse will be your fate.
Miser. O, in the name of God, Raftery, stop your mouth and let me go! Here is the sovereign for you; and indeed it's not with my blessing I give it.
(Blind Man plays on the fiddle. They all stand up and dance but Seagan na Stuciare, who shakes his fist in Blind Man's face, and goes out.
When they have danced for a minute or two, Blind Man stops fiddling and stands up.)
Blind Man. I was near forgetting: I am the only person here gave nothing to the woman of the house. (Hands the plate of money to Mary.) Take that and my seven hundred blessings along with it, and that you may be as well as I wish you to the end of life and time. Count the money now, and see what the neighbours did for you.
Mary. That is too much indeed.