"All across the sea
And I fell to sleep
Dreaming of my daughters.
Now I wait for thee
Calling night and day
Rosie, lay with me
Deep beneath the waters."
As the last note faded of Rosie Rook a few coins were thrown into the case and Aodh smiled his thanks. Today he wore a faded blue and grey checked waistcoat or a linen shirt and brown trousers with a black pinstripe. From his spot on the corner he could see the Black Cat Smithy, and also keep an eye on the roving Seventen patrols.
He raised his fiddle to his shoulder and started another song.
“There were three young gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldly-o
And one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o
It was upstairs downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-o
And there was a cry from around the door
She's away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o
It was late that night when the Lord came in
Enquiring for his lady-o
And the servant girl she said to the Lord
"She's away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o"
The passing folk enjoyed the song and threw in the odd coin.
The song was an old favourite in the Dives, less popular with the galdor, Aodh didn’t care, he carried on singing.
"What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money-o?
I'd rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips
I'm away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o!"
As the song finished, again Aodh bowed with a smile, a few more coins hit the faded red velvet of the case.
He bent and scooped the coins from his case and put them in his pocket. As he packed the fiddled back in its case he took a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it.
Aodh carried the battered violin case as he strolled casually over to the smithy. Outwardly he looked every bit the untroubled wick busker enjoying a smoke on a fine Yaris day. Inwardly he was alert, watching his surroundings noting the position of the Seventen patrols.
Aodh took one last drag on his cigarette, pinched it out and put it into a pocket.
He walked up to the entrance and said, his voice easy and friendly.
"Hesta Miss Cat, far'ye? I was wonderin' if I could ask about some work I might need doin."