Now, will you go when I tell you. You and your ould fiddle. It'll be the death of you yet. Mind what I say.
Robbie John.
Coming through door and standing there.
Bad cess to the cattle and Aura Boyd.
Grandfather.
He's a tarr'ble unneighbourly man.
Mrs. Granahan.
He's a cross grained man right enough, but it wouldn't do to have the cattle trampin' and eatin' his corn.
Robbie John.
I was down there only ten minutes ago when you sent me, and they were eatin' there quite peaceable.