May that young man with yellow hair
Buy cheap, sell dear, in every fair.
FAIR YOUNG MAN (_to_ MARTIN). How does he know I have
yellow hair and he blind? How does he know that?
MARTIN. Hush, my head is going round with the wonder is on me.
MARY. No wonder at all in that. Maybe it is dreaming we all
are.
(_A grey-haired man and two girls come in._)
GREY-HAIRED MAN (_laying down a sack_). The blessing of God
here! I heard Raftery was here in the wedding-house, and that he would
let no one in without a present. There was nothing in the cart with us
but a sack of potatoes, and there it is for you, ma'am.
MARY. Oh, it's too good you all are to me. Whether it's asleep
or awake I am, I thank you kindly.
BLIND MAN. Don't forget the fiddler.
GREY-HAIRED MAN. Are you Raftery?