There's nothing to eat, and there's only this to dhrink, and I hide it away under the bedclothes of time, as one might say.

Ah, ye know, it's been there for three years, and I'd almost forgot it.

It was a little angel from heaven whispered it to me whir ye stepped inside this house.

I dunno why I kep' the stuff.

Manny's the time I was tempted to dhrink it myself, and manny's the time something said to me, 'Not yet.' The Lord be praised, for I've had out of it more than I deserve!" He took the mugs from their hands, and for a minute stood like some ancient priest who had performed a noble ritual.