peter [aside to bridget]. Do you think could she be the widow Casey that was put out of her holding at Kilglass a while ago?
bridget. She is not. I saw the widow Casey one time at the market in Ballina, a stout fresh woman.
michael [to old woman]. Did you hear a noise of cheering, and you coming up the hill?
old woman. I thought I heard the noise I used to hear when my friends came to visit me.
I will go cry with the woman,
For yellow-haired Donough is dead,
With a hempen rope for a neckcloth,
And a white cloth on his head,
michael [coming from the door]. What is it that you are singing, ma'am?
old woman. Singing I am about a man I knew one time, yellow-haired Donough that was hanged in Galway.
I am come to cry with you, woman,
My hair is unwound and unbound;
I remember him ploughing his field,
Turning up the red side of the ground,
And building his barn on the hill
With the good mortared stone;
Oh! we'd have pulled down the gallows
Had it happened in Enniscrone!
michael. What was it brought him to his death?
