"Oh, I was an artist with canvas & paints
I sailed with St. Brendan & his jolly saints.
We told a good people goodbye for awhile.
We sailed for St. Brendan's fair isle, fair isle,
We sailed for St. Brendan's fair isle."
Finally, we drove back to the cottage and built a turf fire. Rather, we tried to build a turf fire. There were no matches to be found, so our landlady's husband, Seamus, brought matches and stayed long enough to get the fire going thoroughly. We had a last shot of whiskey in front of the smoky fire.