Do not spread food to call strangers
'To the wakes that shall be to-morrow;
Do not give money for prayers
For the dead that shall die to-morrow. . .
they will have no need of prayers, they will have no need of prayers.
michael. I do not know what that song means, but tell me something I can do for you.
peter. Come over to me, Michael.
Michael. Hush, father, listen to her.
old woman. It is a hard service they take that help me. Many that are red-cheeked now will be pale-cheeked; many that have been free to walk the hills and the bogs and the rushes, will be sent to walk hard streets in far countries; many a good plan will be broken; many that have gathered money will not stay to spend it; many a child will be born and there will be no father at its christening to give it a name. They that have red cheeks will have pale cheeks for my sake, and for all that, they will think they are well paid.
They shall be remembered for ever,
They shall be alive for ever,
They shall be speaking for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever.
bridget [to peter]. Look at him, Peter; he has the look of a man that has got the touch. [Raising her voice.] Look here,
