Who served goat’s whey in sweet Dundrum town,

’Twas her uncle’s half-brother

That married my mother,

And bought me this new yellow gown,

To go down,

When the marriage was held in Miltown!”

“By the Powers, then,” says Dermot, “’tis plain,

Like a son of that rapscallion Cain,

My best friend I’ve kilt,

Tho’ no blood it is spilt,