MAIRE
In a field by the road. You were breaking a horse.

BRIAN
I was always a good hand with a horse.

MAIRE
The poor beast was covered with foam and sweat, and at last
you made it still. I thought it was grand then.

_She sings_.

I know where I'm going,
I know who's going with me,
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who I'll marry.

Are your brothers with you, Brian?

BRIAN
Is it building with me?

MAIRE
Building with you?

_She sings_.

Some say he's dark,
I say he's bonny.