MAIRE The poor beast was covered with foam and sweat, and at last you made it still. I thought it was grand then.
She sings.
I know where I'm going,
I know who's going with me,
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who I'll marry.
Are your brothers with you, Brian?
BRIAN
Is it building with me?
MAIRE
Building with you?
She sings.
Some say he's dark,
I say he's bonny.
He's the flower of the flock,
My charming, coaxing Johnny.
BRIAN (with sombre passion) No. My brothers are not with me. I quarrelled with them all and I am nearly heart broken for what I did.
MAIRE
Ah, Brian MacConnell, I don't know what to say to you at all.