Man: Oh, very well. It’s a hard thing to be poor. All the world’s against the poor!
Sergeant: Who are you?
Man: You’d be as wise as myself if I told you, but I don’t mind. I’m one Jimmy Walsh, a ballad-singer.
Sergeant: Jimmy Walsh? I don’t know that name.
Man: Ah, sure, they know it well enough in Ennis. Were you ever in Ennis, sergeant?
Sergeant: What brought you here?
Man: Sure, it’s to the assizes I came, thinking I might make a few shillings here or there. It’s in the one train with the judges I came.
Sergeant: Well, if you came so far, you may as well go farther, for you’ll walk out of this.
Man: I will, I will; I’ll just go on where I was going. (Goes towards steps.)
Sergeant: Come back from those steps; no one has leave to pass down them to-night.