Hanrahan was walking the roads one time near Kinvara at the fall of day, and he heard the sound of a fiddle from a house a little way off the roadside. He turned up the path to it, for he never had the habit of passing by any place where there was music or dancing or good company, without going in. The man of the house was standing at the door, and when Hanrahan came near he knew him and he said: A welcome before you, Hanrahan, you have been lost to us this long time. But the woman of the house came to the door and she said to her husband: I would be as well pleased for Hanrahan not to come in to?night, for he has no good name now among the priests, or with women that mind themselves, and I wouldnt wonder from his walk if he has a drop of drink taken. But the man said, I will never turn away Hanrahan of the poets from my door, and with that he bade him enter.

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