the  fire  rattling  the  poker  in  the  grate  and  pushing  the  baby  away from the fire. She says, ’Tis his own bloody fault for not goin’ into hos- pital, so ’tis. Mr. Clohessy gasps, I’d be all right if I could live in a dry place. Angela, is America a dry place? ’Tis, Dennis. The doctor told me go to Arizona. A funny man that doctor. Ari- zona how are you. I don’t have the money to go around the corner for a pint. Mam says,You’ll be all right, Dennis. I’ll light a candle for you. Save your money,Angela. My dancin’ days are done. I have to go now, Dennis. My son has to go to school. Before you go,Angela, will you do one thing for me? I will, Dennis, if ’tis in my power. Would you ever give us a verse of that song you sang the night before you went to America? That’s a hard song, Dennis. I wouldn’t have the wind for it. Ah, come on, Angela. I never hear a song anymore. There isn’t a song in this house.The wife there doesn’t have a note in her head an’ no step in her foot. Mam says,All right. I’ll try. Oh, the nights of the Kerry dancing, Oh, the ring of the piper’s tune, Oh, for one of those hours of gladness, gone, alas, like our youth too soon. When the boys began to gather in the glen of a Summer night, And the Kerry piper’s tuning made us long with wild delight. She stops and presses her hand to her chest, Oh, God, my wind is gone. Help me, Frank, with the song, and I sing along, Oh, to think of it, Oh, to dream of it, fills my heart with tears. Oh, the nights of the Kerry dancing, Oh, the ring of the piper’s tune Oh, for one of those hours of gladness, gone, alas, like our youth too soon. Mr. Clohessy tries to sing with us, gone, alas, like our youth too soon,  but  it  brings  on  the  cough.  He  shakes  his  head  and  cries,  I wouldn’t doubt you,Angela. It takes me back. God bless you. God bless you, too, Dennis, and thanks, Mrs. Clohessy, for having Frankie here off the streets. 168