Mrs. Donovan was walking down O’Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father Rafferty. The Father said, "Top o’ the mornin’ to ye! Aren’t ye Mrs. Donovan and didn’t I marry ye and yer husband two years ago?
She replied, “Aye, that ye did, Father.”
The Father asked, "And be there any wee ones yet?
“No, not yet, Father” she replied.
The Father said, “Well now, I’m going to Rome next week and I’ll light a candle for ye and yer husband.”
“Oh, thank ye, Father,” she replied.
They parted ways and when they met again some years later, Father Rafferty asked, “Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are ye these days? And tell me, have ye some wee ones.”
She said, "Oh, yes Father. Three sets of twins and four singles, 10 in all.
The Father said, “Glory be! That’s wonderful! And how is yer loving husband doing?”
She replied, "E’s gone to Rome to blow out yer fookin’ candle!
