Coming from Ireland

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. Don ovan 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.   Don ovan, 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.'