ard mhacha ...

Shame on you not knowing that the "brown" cailin referred to the colour of my hair. (Mind you, the year that that oul' song was writ was a warm one and I'd a quare tan on me! And mind you, as well, I wish there was a curry house in Seapatrick. I could just do with a prawn bhuna every now and again - makes a change from spuds and scallions. The amount of bloody scallions I ate ... I'll end up like Jane Falloon if I'm not careful! Min' you ... I'm a far tastier article than thon 'un!)

Next think you know you'll be tellin' me that An Buachaill Caol Dubh was written about a Masai fella used to live down near Cashel!

Didn't you used to know my brawr, Dan. He lived by the Bann like myslef. A comical crayter, God be good to him! Used to wash his oul' face in a fryin' pan.

Be good now, and none of thon oul' stirring.