Mrs Donovan was walking down O’Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Flaherty.
The Father said, ‘Top of’ the mornin’ To you! Aren’t you Mrs Donovan And didn’t I marry you and your Husband two years ago?’
She replied, ‘Aye, that you 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 fertility candle for you And your husband.’
She replied, ‘Oh, thank you, Father…’ They then parted ways.
Some years later they met again.
The Father asked, ‘Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are you these days?’
She replied, ‘Oh, very well, Father!’
The Father asked, ‘And tell me , Have you 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!
And how is your loving husband doing?’
She replied, ‘he’s gone to Rome to blow out your fookin’ candle!