Janet Munro: Katie O'Gill

Darby O'Gill and the Little People

Katie O'Gill

[Katie's fever breaks]
Molly Malloy: It's a miracle! She's fine an' sonsy like a baby woken from sleep!
[Michael runs in to her]
Katie O'Gill: Michael, what a temper I have.
Michael McBride: [smiling] Well, I like a lively girl.

[last lines]
Michael McBride: [singing] Oh, she is my dear, my darlin' one / Her eyes so sparklin', full of fun / No other, no other / Can match the likes of her.
Katie O'Gill: [singing] Oh, he is my dear, my darlin' one / His eyes so sparkling, full of fun / No other, no other / Can match the likes of him.
Michael McBride, Katie O'Gill: [singing] S/he is my dear, my darlin' one / My smilin' and beguilin' one / I love the ground s/he walks upon / My darlin' Irish girl/boy.

Katie O'Gill: Your lordship, why didn't ye tell us ye were comin'? I'd have opened the manor house for you.
Lord Fitzpatrick: Oh I'll not be stoppin' here long enough for that. Where's your father?
Katie O'Gill: Well now, let me see, um... I heard him sayin' somthin' about cuttin' the weeds around the summer house. I think he'll have gone to have the smithy sharpen his scythe. I'll fetch him for ye, your lordship.
Lord Fitzpatrick: Well, that's good of you.
[she runs off to the village]
Lord Fitzpatrick: That Katie's a grand girl. Almost makes up for her father.
Michael McBride: What ails him?
Lord Fitzpatrick: Oh nothin' at all, but he retired about five years ago and didn't tell me about it. He'll be down at the inn now tellin' stories.

[Katie is about to go after the horse; Michael tries to stop her]
Katie O'Gill: Get out of my way!
Michael McBride: Leave that horse alone.
Katie O'Gill: Do you think I'd stay under your roof another night?
Michael McBride: I'll go to the inn!
Katie O'Gill: You can go to blazes! I'm movin' to the McCarthy house!
Michael McBride: With night comin' down on that mountainside you could get yourself killed! Now give me that halter. I'll get the horse.
[she pulls away, he tries to stop her; she hits him across the face with the halter and runs out after the horse]

[first lines]
Katie O'Gill: Come in, Mrs. Sugrue!
Sheelah Sugrue: Katie, darlin'! Can you lend me the loan of a small pinch o' tea; I'll pay ye back Thursday.
Katie O'Gill: Ye can have it an' welcome.

Michael McBride: [sees Katie packing] What are you doing?
Katie O'Gill: [shortly] I'm packing. An' if you don't know why, you can read the card.
[Michael reads the card, looks up guiltily]
Katie O'Gill: Why didn't you tell me?
Michael McBride: Your father made me promise that I wouldn't.
Katie O'Gill: [angrily] When are you throwin' us out?
Michael McBride: Oh now, Katie...
Katie O'Gill: *When*?
Michael McBride: Well, today was supposed to have...
Katie O'Gill: You give short notice!
Michael McBride: I don't want you to leave at all!
Katie O'Gill: [angrily] Why not? What does it matter to you if you break an old man's heart? You're a strong young man, you can find work anywhere, but no, you must come here an' take me father's place!
[crying]
Katie O'Gill: No wonder he's chasin' the fairy gold an' him half out of his mind tryin' to keep some little bit of self-respect in the town!
[she shoves a broom into his hands]
Katie O'Gill: Here! You can clean the manor house yourself. It'll be all we can do to move our belonging's out of *your* house this night!
[she turns away]
Michael McBride: [grabs her] Now you listen to me! I don't want your father's job at all, not unless I can have the both of you along with it! I want you to stay here an' be my wife. I love you, Katie, and I think that you love me.
Katie O'Gill: [scornfully] I? Love you?
[she storms out]

Katie O'Gill: [sings] When the dew is on the hayrick and every drop a pearl / When the geese are full of blarney and the thrush are singing Gaelic / And standing in the doorway is a pretty Irish girl / Oh, she is my dear, my darlin' one / Her eyes so sparklin', full of fun / No other, no other can match the likes of her / She is my dear, my darlin' one / My smilin' and beguilin' one / I love the ground she walks upon...