\"YourhannerisanOrangeman，Isee。Well，yourhanner，theOrangeisnowinthekennel，andtheCroppieshaveitalltheirownway。\"
\"Andperhaps，\"saidI，\"beforeIdie，theOrangewillbeoutofthekennelandtheCroppiesin，evenastheywereinmyyoungdays。\"
\"Whoknows，yourhanner？andwhoknowsthatImaynotplaytheoldtuneroundWillie’simageinCollegeGreen，evenasIusedsometwenty—sevenyearsago？\"
\"OhthenyouhavebeenanOrangefiddler？\"
\"Ihave，yourhanner。AndnowasyourhannerhasbehavedlikeagentlemantomeIwilltellyeallmyhistory。IwasborninthecityofDublin，thatisinthevillageofDonnybrook，asItouldyourhannerbefore。ItwastothetradeofbricklayingIwasbred，andbricklayingIfollowedtillatlast，gettingmylegsmashed，notbyfallingofftheladder，butbyarowinthefair，Iwasobligedtogiveitup，forhowcouldIrunuptheladderwithapattenonmyfoot，whichtheyputontomakemybrokenlegaslongastheother。Wellyourhanner，beingobligedtogiveupmybricklaying，Itooktofiddling，towhichIhadalwaysanaturalinclination，andplayedaboutthestreets，andatfairs，andwakes，andweddings。AtlengthsomeOrangemengettingacquaintedwithme，andlikingmystyleofplaying，invitedmetotheirlodge，wheretheygavemetodrinkandtouldmethatifIwouldchangemyreligion，andjointhem，andplaytheirtunes，theywouldmakeitanswermypurpose。Well，yourhanner，withoutmuchsticklingI