"Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!"
Patsy. By my sowl, that's the v'ice of my dr'ams!
John. "I hold to you the hands you first beheld,
To show they still are free."
Patsy. Fray, is it, begorra! Ye'll not hould thim long, me b'y!
John. "Methinks I hear
A spirit in your echoes answer me."
Patsy. Begorra, ye'll soon hear an Irish echo ax ye something else!
John. "And bid your tenant welcome to his home
again!"