There was once a grown-up lad in the County Leitrim, and he was strong and lively, and the son of a rich farmer.  His father had plenty of money, and he did not spare it on the son.  Accordingly, when the boy grew up he liked sport better than work, and, as his father had no other children, he loved this one so much that he allowed him to do in everything just as it pleased himself.  He was very extravagant, and he used to scatter the gold money as another person would scatter the white.  He was seldom to be found at home, but if there was a fair, or a race, or a gathering within ten miles of him, you were dead certain to find him there.  And he seldom spent a night in his father’s house, but he used to be always out rambling, and, like Shawn Bwee long ago, there was

    “gradh gach cailin i mbrollach a leine,”

“the love of every girl in the breast of his shirt,” and it’s many’s the kiss he got and he gave, for he was very handsome, and there wasn’t a girl in the country but would fall in love with him, only for him to fasten his two eyes on her, and it was for that someone made this rann on him—­

    “Look at the rogue, it’s for kisses he’s rambling,
      It isn’t much wonder, for that was his way;
    He’s like an old hedgehog, at night he’ll be scrambling
      From this place to that, but he’ll sleep in the day.”

At last he became very wild and unruly.  He wasn’t to be seen day or night in his father’s house, but always rambling or going on his kailee (night visit) from place to place and from house to house, so that the old people used to shake their heads and say to one another, “It’s easy seen what will happen to the land when the old man dies; his son will run through it in a year, and it won’t stand him that long itself.”

He used to be always gambling and card-playing and drinking, but his father never minded his bad habits, and never punished him.  But it happened one day that the old man was told that the son had ruined the character of a girl in the neighbourhood, and he was greatly angry, and he called the son to him, and said to him, quietly and sensibly—­“Avic,” says he, “you know I loved you greatly up to this, and I never stopped you from doing your choice thing whatever it was, and I kept plenty of money with you, and I always hoped to leave you the house and land, and all I had after myself would be gone; but I heard a story of you to-day that has disgusted me with you.  I cannot tell you the grief that I felt when I heard such a thing of you, and I tell you now plainly that unless you marry that girl I’ll leave house and land and everything to my brother’s son.  I never could leave it to anyone who would make so bad a use of it as you do yourself, deceiving women and coaxing girls.  Settle with yourself now whether you’ll marry that girl and get my land as a fortune with her, or refuse to marry her and give up all that was coming to you; and tell me in the morning which of the two things you have chosen.”