human
There's a man, said he to Caeltia,
gpt
It must be very bad for him,
human
Holloa, mister, cried Patsy heartily,
gpt
Everything's fine, beamed the man,
human
We're holding up, glory be to God!
gpt
That's the way.
human
There's weather for you,
gpt
I've got a hunger on me that's worth feeding, mister.
human
We've all got that, replied Patsy,
gpt
There's a field a mile up this road, said the man,
human
Do you tell me!
gpt
I do: every kind of thing is in that field, and there's rabbits at the foot of the hill beyond it.
human
I used to have a good shot with a stone,
gpt
Mary, he continued,
human
I'm coming along with you, said the man,
gpt
You can do that,
human
What sort of a thing is that?
gpt
It's a concertina and I do play tunes on it before the houses, and that's how I make my money.
human
The musiciner will give us a tune after we get a feed,
gpt
Sure enough,
human
Let me have a look at the musical instrument,