The old man from summer hill.

Right again you are.

Howth's the only places to be.

When Dublin's sweatin' in da city.

Agnes, taste that fresh sea air.

Lets eat our chips, people watching by the pier.

The pints beforehand went down a treat.

So nice of that young fella to offer us his seat,

Jaysus. Agnes, chips could do with more salt.

Still not your fault.

Yeah, never fond of salt.

Agnes, do you see that couple over there.

The Fella who's pushing that buggy along the pier.

Da's pushing buggies never heard of in our day.

Oh! The toddler is running away.

Da's not paying attention.

Wife shouting in frustration.

He sees him now.

Gives chase.

Catches the runway inches before the road.

Gives out to the rascal for been bold.

Wife's not impressed.

Straps little one in and ignores the Da's grin.

Sure, we dad's are all the same.

Forever escaping in our imagination.

How many times did you speak to me and away with the fairies I'd be.

Strange, I listen to you more now me wife.

More than I did when you were alive.

Church bells ringing time to head.

Reminds me this has to be said.

For lying to you on our wedding day, I am sorry.

Easy to know priests never marry.

They know little about matters of the heart.

Marriage lasts a lot longer than death due us part.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Heres me pass for da dart.