"Ah hope it settles, Jimmy,
Before it is too late."
"The cattle's starvin', Mrs Breen,
Jist plouterin'* roun' the gate."
"Lord bliss me sowl now Jimmy,
Is it niver goin' tay end?"
"We'll al' be drounded, Mrs Breen,
If the weather disne mend."

Be God, yer right now Jimmy,
We'll be headin' fur the hills.
They say the very pirdies
Is rottin' in the drills."
"Aye, just this mornin', Mrs Breen,
Ah wuz sayin' tay the wife,
Ah've niver seen such weather
In al' me livin' life."

How is she these days, Jimmy?"
"Ach, shure she's up an' down;
She harley iver laves the house,
Not even tay the town.
Now she's a good example
Where them doctors is tay blame,
Since she had that hypersectomy
She's niver been the same."
  "Ach, give 'er my regards Jimmy."
"Ah will surely Mrs Breen.
She affen talks about the time
Yez both lived in Drumqueen."
"Aye, them wuz quare oul times, Jimmy,
When we were girls together.
We niver used to worry then
About sich things as weather."

"Shure Ah meant tay ask ye, Mrs Breen,
How is the boss 'imsel'?"
"He's as thran* as iver, Jimmy,
But he's keepin' very well.
Ye hiv tay watch yer P's and Q's,
Or else 'e'll rise a row -
Ah, we'll soon be movin', Jimmy,
Here's the driver comin' now."


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