mallets.
âWhy donât you,â says I, âwhy doesnât one of you drop the thatching for a while and help the other, as Tom isnât helping either of you. Either that, or why donât you take turns helping and thatching â¦â
âShut your mouth,â Tom said. âCanât you see that theyâre flying ahead one as good as the other now, God bless them! Theyâre brilliant thatchers. I reckon that neither one of them is a hairâs breadth or a nail shaving better than the other â¦â
âEasy to tell that you donât know that I realise all about it â¦
âBut you donât know, you havenât the least clue â¦
â⦠âNell knows all about building fences,
And Cathyâs an expert on thatch and felt â¦â
â⦠âFireside Tom was smirking broadly
At Cathy Paudeen who paid the rent â¦â
âNo, she wasnât! I wasnât! Itâs not true, Margaret! Oh, Margaret! Iâm going to burst! Iâm going to burst! â¦
6.
â⦠The Grave Ghoul! He is as big an eejit as you ever saw â¦
âItâs a total disgrace, Caitriona, if he has the map, that he couldnât tell one grave from another â¦
âGod help you and your stupid map! His stupid map makes as much sense as Eddie East Boss dividing up the land with a tongs, when they were divvying it up in strips long ago â¦
âFor all that, Caitriona, I kept that stretch at the top of the fields despite your best efforts, seeing as there wasnât one of you who didnât want it. You couldnât do better than it to fatten up the cattle â¦
âHo! Do you hear the cricket chirping again? â¦
âItâs a disgrace, Caitriona, if the corpses are being put in the wrong graves that someone wouldnât charge him with treason: let the Government know, or at least tell the priest, or the Foxy Policeman â¦
âAra, God bless the Government! Some Government, since Griffithâs crowd were thrown out â¦
âYou lied â¦
âYou told a big black â¦
âIsnât that just what Blotchy Brian said: they are being chucked into any old hole in the graveyard now, just as if they were fish guts or leftover limpets â¦
âOh, the dirty fucker! â¦
âIf you donât have a proper cross on your grave now, and it well-marked, who knows what day it wouldnât be opened up â¦
âIâll have a cross on me shortly. A cross of the best Connemara marble just like Peter the Publican and Joan â¦
âA cross of Connemara marble, Caitriona â¦
âWouldnât they let them put up a wooden cross, Caitriona?
âTheyâd be dumped out on the road the following day â¦
âIsnât that because of the people who make the other crosses? â¦
âOf course, what else? Everyone feathering his own nest. If you were allowed stick up wooden crosses or cement crosses, nobody would bother with their own. Everyone then could just make their own cross â¦
âIâd much prefer no cross at all than one made of wood or cement â¦
âTrue for you. Iâd die of shame â¦
âItâs this Governmentâs fault. They get a tax on all the other crosses â¦
âYouâre a liar. That was the law before this Government â¦
âItâs a terrible thing to dump one of your own down beside a stranger â¦
âThe apple never falls far from the tree â¦
âThatâs the Government for you â¦
âYouâre a liar â¦
âI heard that they stuffed Tuney Mickle Tuney down on top of Tom the Tailorâs son last year â¦
âOh, didnât I up and kick off the murderer from on top of me! It was the other half of the treacherous Dog Eared mob who stabbed me â¦
âI was at Judeâs funeral, Jude from our own place, last year. She was shagged down on top of Donal Weaver from
âWhy donât you,â says I, âwhy doesnât one of you drop the thatching for a while and help the other, as Tom isnât helping either of you. Either that, or why donât you take turns helping and thatching â¦â
âShut your mouth,â Tom said. âCanât you see that theyâre flying ahead one as good as the other now, God bless them! Theyâre brilliant thatchers. I reckon that neither one of them is a hairâs breadth or a nail shaving better than the other â¦â
âEasy to tell that you donât know that I realise all about it â¦
âBut you donât know, you havenât the least clue â¦
â⦠âNell knows all about building fences,
And Cathyâs an expert on thatch and felt â¦â
â⦠âFireside Tom was smirking broadly
At Cathy Paudeen who paid the rent â¦â
âNo, she wasnât! I wasnât! Itâs not true, Margaret! Oh, Margaret! Iâm going to burst! Iâm going to burst! â¦
6.
â⦠The Grave Ghoul! He is as big an eejit as you ever saw â¦
âItâs a total disgrace, Caitriona, if he has the map, that he couldnât tell one grave from another â¦
âGod help you and your stupid map! His stupid map makes as much sense as Eddie East Boss dividing up the land with a tongs, when they were divvying it up in strips long ago â¦
âFor all that, Caitriona, I kept that stretch at the top of the fields despite your best efforts, seeing as there wasnât one of you who didnât want it. You couldnât do better than it to fatten up the cattle â¦
âHo! Do you hear the cricket chirping again? â¦
âItâs a disgrace, Caitriona, if the corpses are being put in the wrong graves that someone wouldnât charge him with treason: let the Government know, or at least tell the priest, or the Foxy Policeman â¦
âAra, God bless the Government! Some Government, since Griffithâs crowd were thrown out â¦
âYou lied â¦
âYou told a big black â¦
âIsnât that just what Blotchy Brian said: they are being chucked into any old hole in the graveyard now, just as if they were fish guts or leftover limpets â¦
âOh, the dirty fucker! â¦
âIf you donât have a proper cross on your grave now, and it well-marked, who knows what day it wouldnât be opened up â¦
âIâll have a cross on me shortly. A cross of the best Connemara marble just like Peter the Publican and Joan â¦
âA cross of Connemara marble, Caitriona â¦
âWouldnât they let them put up a wooden cross, Caitriona?
âTheyâd be dumped out on the road the following day â¦
âIsnât that because of the people who make the other crosses? â¦
âOf course, what else? Everyone feathering his own nest. If you were allowed stick up wooden crosses or cement crosses, nobody would bother with their own. Everyone then could just make their own cross â¦
âIâd much prefer no cross at all than one made of wood or cement â¦
âTrue for you. Iâd die of shame â¦
âItâs this Governmentâs fault. They get a tax on all the other crosses â¦
âYouâre a liar. That was the law before this Government â¦
âItâs a terrible thing to dump one of your own down beside a stranger â¦
âThe apple never falls far from the tree â¦
âThatâs the Government for you â¦
âYouâre a liar â¦
âI heard that they stuffed Tuney Mickle Tuney down on top of Tom the Tailorâs son last year â¦
âOh, didnât I up and kick off the murderer from on top of me! It was the other half of the treacherous Dog Eared mob who stabbed me â¦
âI was at Judeâs funeral, Jude from our own place, last year. She was shagged down on top of Donal Weaver from
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