Darby O'Gill and the Little People Page #2

for a crock of gold?

I may in due time,

but what's gold to a man

if he be too sick

or too sad to enjoy it?

Ah, you're the thinkin' man.

I am, and me first wish

is you'll grant me health.

-Granted.

-Now, me second wish is

a small wish indeed,

but it means a lot to me.

-I want a big crop of potatoes.

-Granted.

And me third wish

is for the crock of gold.

Granted.

Now, what about your fourth wish?

Me fourth wish?

Try me.

You'll find I'm a generous man.

Then I'll be a generous man.

I'd like a crock of gold like this

for me good friend Tom Kerrigan

and another one for

that decent man Pat Scanlon

and another one for that

doorful of a woman, Molly Malloy.

-Is that your fourth wish?

-It is.

Three wishes I'll grant you,

great wishes or small,

but you'll wish a fourth one,

and you'll lose them all!

Wasn't I the fool of the world, lettin'

him trick me into the fourth wish,

and me knowin' better.

Ah, dear, dear, and we could all

have been as rich as Midas himself.

-A whole crock of gold for me.

-The devil's gold.

I wouldn't touch it if Father Murphy

blessed every coin.

Stay away

from Knocknasheega, Darby.

You moil and meddle

with that little king,

he'll put the come-hither on you

and make you his slave forevermore.

Do you think I'm a babe in arms?

You are to the likes of him.

5,000 years old, he is,

and every year of his life

he's learned a new trick.

And I've learned 100 of them.

You're mad, mind you. You'll be

caught like a rat in a snap trap.

Now, I don't want

your blood on my head,

so don't wish any gold for me.

I'll leave your share

to the Church, Paddy,

...but I won't let Father Murphy

know where I got it.

No, no.

God save all here.

We didn't see you, Father.

I didn't want to interrupt.

I just dropped in to tell you the news.

My friend Father O'Leary

in the town of Glencove

has a new bell that was given to him

by Lord Bellinbergh,

and he has presented

the old one to us.

-Ah, that's grand, Father.

-Glory be.

There'll be a chapel bell

in our tower at last.

All we have to do is to go after it.

Now, if I had a horse, which I haven't,

I'd go for it meself, which I won't,

but I thought perhaps there might

be somebody here

with a horse and cart

who'd like to go for the bell.

How much would that somebody

be paid, Father?

Paid?

I suppose we might be able

to scratch up two pounds.

Now, I would've said it was

worth two pounds, 10,

if it was worth a bob.

Like enough it's worth three pounds,

but since we're a poor parish,

I thought perhaps you might like to

take out the difference

in the credit to your soul.

Two pounds, 10, Father.

Why, my goodness me,

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