Mrs. Donovan was walking down O’Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty.

The Father said, ‘Top o’ the mornin’to ye!
Aren’t ye Mrs. Donovan and didn’t I marry ye
and yer hoosband two years ago?’

She replied, ‘Aye, that ye did, Father.’

The Father asked, ‘And be there any wee little ones yet?’

She replied, ‘No, not yet, Father.’

The Father said, ‘Well now, I’m going to Rome next week
and I’ll light a candle for ye and yer hoosband.’

She replied, ‘Oh, thank ye, Father.’
They then parted ways.

Some years later they met again.
The Father asked, ‘Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are ye these days?’
She replied, ‘Oh, very well, Father!’
The Father asked, ‘And tell me, have ye any wee ones yet?’

She replied, ‘Oh yes, Father!
Two sets of twins and six singles, ten in all!’

The Father said, ‘That’s wonderful!
How is yer loving hoosband doing?’

She replied, ‘E’s gone to Rome
to blow out yer fookin’ candle.’