For old Mollyndroat will never get it.
When she got to the house, she found the door open before her, and in she went.
‘I’ve come again for the thread,’ says she.
‘Aisy, aisy, good woman,’ says the Giant. ‘If thou don’t tell me my name thou won’t get the thread—that was the bargain.’ And says he: ‘Now, what’s my name?’
‘Is it Mollyrea?’ says she—to let on that she didn’t know it.
‘No, it is not,’ says he.
‘Are you one of the Mollyruiy ones?’ says she.
‘I’m not one of that clan,’ says he.
‘Are they calling you Mollyvridey?’ says she.