With a hempen rope for a neckcloth,
And a white cloth on his head,——
MICHAEL [coming from the door].
What is that you are singing, ma’am?
OLD WOMAN.
Singing I am about a man I knew one time, yellow-haired Donough that was hanged in Galway.
[She goes on singing, much louder.
I am come to cry with you, woman,
My hair is unwound and unbound;
I remember him ploughing his field,