Taylor.
I wish you joy, Robbie.
Robbie John.
Thank ye. Thank ye kindly. She's a nice wee girl.
Samuel James.
You don't seem as gay hearted as I would expect, does he Mr. Taylor? You'd think he was for getting hung or somethin'. I suppose ye heerd all about him givin' up the fiddle playin'? And the luck o' it. To burn his ould fiddle, and then get another a few days after. You'd think there was some sort of a strange warnin' or advice or somethin' in it.
Taylor.
It is very strange.
Robbie John.