"What is it, Kenny?
I've never heard you sing it before." "I never felt the need," said Kenny.

"It's called the 'Twisting of the Rope.' Long, long ago, girleen, a harper's gallantry to a pretty maid angered her mother and she asked him to help her twist a straw rope.
And he did.

And twisting he had to back away and over the threshold and the mother slammed the door in his face.

Faith, 'twas all to get rid of him!" It was impossible to miss the point.

Joan's face went scarlet.
"Oh, Kenny!" she said.