Rock: And what do you say to me giving you
the loan of your charges for the road?
Conan: Come in here, Maryanne! and give a
glass to these honest men till they'll wish me good
luck upon my journey, as it's much I'll need it,
with the weight of all I have to do.
Mother: (Coming in.) So I will, so I will and
welcome ...but that I disremember where did
I put the key of the chest.
Conan: I'll engage you do! There it is before
you in the lock since ere yesterday. (Mother puts
bottle and glasses on table.)
Flannery: (Lifting glass.) That you may bring
great good to Ireland and to the world!
Rock: Here's your good health!
Conan: I'm obliged to you!
Rock and Flannery: (Sing.) (Air, "The Cruiskeen
lán.")
"Gramachree ma cruiskeen Slainte geal mavourneen,
Gramachree a cool-in bawn, bawn, bawn, bân-bán-bán,