Here that was quare singin' from that wee skinny fella way the baldie head. I'm tellin' ye I have a drooth on me. I could quare go a wee drap in me hand if you have the kettle on missus.

Here now A've been on the road since the screagh lookin' for our JP. Honest to Jaysus that lad'll be the death o' me. If he's not here he's there, jumpin' aff planes and kissin' the carpark. Christ knows where he gets his ideas from.

Thanks now love there's a special place in heaven kep for yee. Christ that tays like dish wather. Here give us anawr song there son. What is it Sinead yez call him.