Coorse if he made a name for himself he could marry the landlord's daughter. I heerd the quality go mad after the musicianers.
Makes to door.
Well I'm going to wash my hands.
Goes out to yard.
Grandfather.
Robbie dear. Come here.
Robbie John.
Aye. What is it?
Grandfather.
Take heed till yourself. I know what's going on better nor you. Take an ould man's advice. Settle yourself down and give up that string instrument. Coorse I daresay you may go and become a great man wi' it but you're more like to become a cratur like thon that was in as not. There's no good runnin' risks. And your father, I heerd him say himself, if you make your bed, you'll lie on it, for he'll nivir help you out, once you take to the fiddlin'.