Mother: (Repeats in Irish.) Agus is iomdha
sgéal a bhféadain traácht air!
Conan: (Shouting.) Is it that you'll drive the
seven senses out of me!
Mother: Is it that you begrudge me my recollection?
Ha! I have it in spite of you. (Sings.)
"Oft in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
The smiles, the tears, of childhood's years,
The words of love then spoken—
The eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone,