Darby O'Gill and the Little People Page #4

-I do not.

Oh, we better not try it, then.

You have to make it up as you go.

I can make up a thousand songs,

so I can.

Can you?

-Of course I can.

-All right, then.

The "Wishing Song."

# Oh. I wish I had time

to sing you a song

# But when I get started.

I sing all night long

Can you put a rhyme to that?

-Try me.

-Go on, then.

# Oh. Singin's no sin

and drinkin's no crime

# If you have one drink only.

Just one at a time

# Oh. I wish all the rhymers

were like Brian Connors

# When it comes to rhymin'.

He takes all the honors

-Can you beat that?

-Hold your whisht.

# Oh. I knew you could sing

when you opened your mug

# So you carry the tune

and I'll carry the jug

That's a good one.

Could we have another round?

-There's nothin' stoppin' us.

-Good.

# Oh. I wish all barmaids

# Were like Mary McCluskey

"McCluskey"?

# When she served you a drink

# Why. She served you

good "whuskey"

Oh, that's a thunderin' good rhyme,

"McCluskey" and "whuskey."

Did you ever hear the like of it?

# But Mary. She married

poor Jimmy McQueen

# 'Cause she wanted her name

to rhyme with "poteen"

-Oh, I've got a good one.

-So have I.

# Oh. I wish I was married

to old Widow Tunney

# She's ugly as sin

but has beautiful money

-Slinte, lad.

-Slinte go saol agat.

(# King hums the "Wishing Song")

How many verses have we sung?

-Well, here's the 80th for you.

# Oh. I wish that all mortals

were like my friend Darby

# He's full of poteen.

But he's fuller of blarney

That's a tough one.

-Well, here's 81.

-Ha! Ha! Ugh!

# I wish all the gentry

were like the King Brian

# If he can't beat ya drinkin'.

# He'll fall down a-tryin' #

Good mornin', me old bucko.

Open your door.

Can you not go through it anymore?

Try again.

Would you violate

the sacred rites of hospitality?

I would.

How would you like to have me

put a lump on your back?

I know you can't work

your charms in the daytime,

and when you couldn't go

through that door, I knew I had you.

You murderin', deceitful,

blind-staggerin' old truaillidh mran!

When me strength comes back

in the nighttime,

I'll put an elephant's head on you

and have you crawl on all fours

and eat grass that won't nourish you

-till you shrivel up and die!

-Whoo-hoo, hullabaloo!

Ah, good mornin', Ginger.

Have you come for your breakfast?

Well, there's a tasty morsel

I've no further use for.

Don't let him loose.

Don't let him loose!

Shrivel him up.

Put a hump in his back.

Have mercy, Darby.

Spare me and I'll grant you your

three wishes all over again!

Do you hear that, Ginger?

Now, go on, wish them.

Sure now, I might wish

for the crock of gold.

-Go on!

-Or I might wish for... let's see...

-Long life.

-Yes.

Or I might wish

for a carriage and pair.

Granted. Granted.

Granted!

But I haven't wished a wish yet.

I said I might.

Get on with it, then.

Wish your wishes,

and since we've had

such a grand night of it,

you can have as many as you like.

So that's good of you.

"Three wishes I'll grant you,

big wishes and small,

but if you wish a fourth,

you'll get none at all."

Ah, what a memory you've got,

you wicked old scut.

But before I make a wish,

I'll have to talk with Katie.

-I'll make one.

-Go on, go on.

One wish to protect

the other two.

Now, me first wish is that you will

not fly back to Knocknasheega,

but you'll be at my beck and call

for a fortnight at least,

until I make the other two wishes.

You thief of the world.

Never in 1,000 years

has a man taken such an

underhanded advantage.

Faith, never in 5,000 years

have you ever met

a more knowledgeable adversary.

I am Brian of Knocknasheega,

and never...

No! No!

Do you agree to the terms

of the first wish?

I do, I do!

All right, then.

Go on, Ginger.

But how am I gonna protect myself

while you're makin' up your mind?

Now, don't worry.

I'll take good care of you.

Aah!

No, no, no,

you wicked old devil.

You murderin' old hypocrite!

Let me go! Let me out!

Let me out, do you hear me?

Now, what would she

be doin' around here?

Always scroogin' round

to the back door,

beggin' something,

borrowin' tea or something.

-Morning.

-Good morning.

-Did you sleep well?

-That I did, thank you.

Where's Darby?

His bed hasn't been slept in,

but he'll turn up.

I gathered from something

he said last night

that he might capture the leprechaun.

-He has great games with them.

-When he's taken a draft too many?

He's not a drinkin' man.

But he's a lonely man

since me mother died.

When he goes to the pub,

it's for company,

and when he makes his rounds at

night, the wee folk give him sport.

Well, what about yourself?

Don't you get lonely?

I keep busy.

Rathcullen's a small, little place,

but there are dances

and hostings aplenty.

There's a dance on tonight.

Maybe you'd care to go,

Mr. MacBride?

No, not yet, thank you.

And, uh, by the way,

my name is Michael.

Well, so it is, but until I've

known you more than a day,

your name is Mr. MacBride...

Mr. MacBride.

What was old Sheelah

doin' around here?

She dropped in

to pay back a pinch of tea.

Well, I don't like to see her

about the place.

-Father, sit down and eat.

-She and her son Pony,

they're two of a kind,

neither of them up to any good.

She's only a poor old woman.

Old woman indeed.

Are you wearin' your holy medal?

-I am.

-Well, don't leave it off.

-She could be a witch.

-You'd better go to bed.

I can't. I got to go to Glencove

to pick up a bell for Father Murphy.

'Tis a shame I'll not

be here today to help you.

Oh, we can't let the cutting of the turf

stand in the way of good deeds.

Well, me boy, seein' it's for one day

only, could you leave the turf

and cut the weeds

around the summer house?

-I think I could.

-And, listen,

if you make a good job of it,

I might keep you on.

How would you like

workin' for me, anyway?

Why would he want to work for you?

You haven't one shilling

to rub against the other.

Katie, me dear,

there's been a change in our

fortunes for the better.

I'm thinkin' of buyin'

the manor house for meself

and shiftin' you out of here

into surroundin's

more in keepin'

with your charm and beauty.

Well, I wouldn't want to live

in the manor house.

You know as well as I do,

his lordship would never sell it.

What do you want?

You've only got to name it.

I don't want anything.

Now, sit down.

I suppose you don't want to hear

about the great battle

I fought with the powers of darkness.

I do not.

Now, sit down and eat your stirabout.

She should be the caretaker.

She's got a tongue

would clip a hedge.

# Have you ever

seen the sea gulls

# A-flyin' o'er the heather

# Or the crimson sails

in Galway Bay

# The fishermen unfurl

# Oh. The earth is filled with beauty

# And it's gathered all together

# In the form and face

and dainty grace

# Of a pretty Irish girl

# Oh. She is my dear

my darlin' one

# Her eyes so sparklin'

full of fun

# No other. No other

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