Child: That is a good branch, apples on it and flowers. The tree at the mill has apples yet, but all the flowers are gone. Where did you get this branch?
Travelling Man: I got it in a garden a long way off.
Child: Where is the garden? Where do you come from?
Travelling Man: (Pointing southward.) I have come from beyond those hills.
Child: Is it from the Golden Mountain you are come? From Slieve na n-Or?
Travelling Man: That is where I come from surely, from the Golden Mountain. I would like to sit down and rest for a while.
Child: Sit down here beside me. We must not go near the table or touch anything, or mother will be angry. Mother is going to make a beautiful cake, a cake that will be fit for a King that might be coming in to our supper.
Travelling Man: I will sit here with you on the floor.
(Sits down.)
Child: Tell me now about the Golden Mountain.