Come hither, girls, give what you can
To the poor old travelling man.
GREY-HAIRED MAN. Aurah Susan, aurah Oona, are you looking at
who is before you, the greatest poet in Ireland? That is Raftery
himself. It is often you heard talk of the girl that got a husband with
the praises he gave her. If he gives you the same, maybe you'll get
husbands with it.
FIRST GIRL. I often heard talk of Raftery.
THE OTHER GIRL. There was always a great name on Raftery.
(_They put some money in the plate shyly._)