7
Hommy Beg and the Guillyn Veggey.
Room in farmhouse, littered with breakfast dishes, etc. Cradle in centre. One or two stools or chairs. Dresser. Chiollagh, with tongs, etc. Mrs. Gale on low chair rocking the cradle.
Mrs Gale [sings]:
Snieu, wheeyl, snieu;
’Rance, wheeyl, ’rane,
Snieu dy-rea er-my-skyn
Dagh bangan as banglane.
Yiow yn Ree yn ollan bane
As yiow-mayd hene y snaie;
Roish lhie-ny-greiney bee eh jeant ain
As eisht ersooyl dy lhie.
Child in cradle [crying]: Yiow-ow-ow-ow!
Mrs Gale: Well, well, the boghey-beg. [Pats and rooks.] There, there then, go to sleep an’ Mammy wont leave thee. [Sings.]
Snieu, wheeyl, snieu
’Rane, wheeyl, ’rane
Hushie, hushie, bowie,
Hushie, bowie, bow.
I believe he is goin’ off and I’ll get a chance to tidy up a bit before Hommy comes. [Moves away on tiptoe. Child yells.] Well, well. [Coming back and rocking.] Hush thee; Hush thee; Hushie bowie bow.
Rocks a few seconds, and then tries to slip away again; lifts a cup or two to the dresser. Child yells. Rushes back and rocks vigorously. Child throws blankets off. Mrs Gale puts them back, and pats and rocks, singing, “Snieu, wheeyl,” etc. Enter Hommy.
Hommy: Good morning, Mrs. Gale. The Masther was tellin’ me to call roun’ for that you had some stitches wantin’ doin’.
