I could of gone down on me knees an' begged to do what you've done.

Don't you see?
You've thrown her with her will or against it into me arms.

I'm poor Harrigan, brave and downtrodden; you're Black McTee once more, the tyrant.

She looks sick at the mention of your name." "I never dreamed you'd go whining to her.

I thought you were a man; you're only a spineless dog, Harrigan!" "Am I that?
She pities me, McTee, an' from pity it's only one step to something bigger.