Whatever happens to me, I'll not forget Carrowkeel nor you either.

You've been good to me, and if I don't take your advice and stay where I am, it's not through want of gratitude.' The priest wrung his hand.
'You'll come back.

It may be after I'm dead and gone, but back you'll come.

Here or somewhere else in the old country you'll spend your days working for Ireland, because you'll have learnt that working is better than fighting.'.