Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy Dignam? -- Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off.
He's over all his troubles.
But Bob Doran shouts out of him.
He's a bloody ruffian I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam.
Terry came down and tipped him the wink to keep quiet, that they didn't want that kind of talk in a respectable licensed premises.
And Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there.
The finest man, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character.
The tear is bloody near your eye.
Talking through his bloody hat.
Fitter for him to go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney, the bumbailiff's daughter.
