I will make a dispraising of the province of Munster
They do not leave the floor to us;
It isn't in them to twist even a sugaun;
The province of Munster without nicety, without prosperity.
Disgust for ever on the province of Munster,
That they do not leave us the floor;
The province of Munster of the foul clumsy people.
They cannot even twist a sugaun!
SHEAMUS (_coming back_). Here's the hay now.
HANRAHAN. Give it here to me; I'll show ye what the
well-learned, hardy, honest, clever, sensible Connachtman will do, that
has activity and full deftness in his hands, and sense in his head, and
courage in his heart; but that the misfortune and the great trouble of
the world directed him among the _lebidins_ of the province of Munster,
without honour, without nobility, without knowledge of the swan beyond
the duck, or of the gold beyond the brass, or of the lily beyond the
thistle, or of the star of young women, and the pearl of the white
breast, beyond their own share of sluts and slatterns. Give me a
kippeen. (_A man hands him a stick; he puts a wisp of hay round it, and
begins twisting it; and_ SHEELA _giving him out the hay._)