“'Come, mother, come,' he says, 'we are waitin'!'
“Is it for me, a lanna dhas oge?
“'Yes,' he says, 'for you, mother dear, for you!'
“Well, Brian darlin', I'll come.
“'Yes, come,' he says, 'for we are wait-in'!'
“And,” she proceeded, “who is this again? ah, sure I needn't ax; Torley, my heart, I'm here!
“'Come, mother dear,' he says, 'for we are waitin'!'
“Is it for me, my manly son?
“'Yes,' he says, 'for you, mother—mother dear, for you?'
“Well, Torley darlin', I'll come.