American in Ireland
An American tourist in rural Ireland sees a farmer leaning against his farm gate and stops for a conversation.
'Hey, old guy', says the American. 'Good morning to you, lovely day.'
'Top o' the mornin' to you, sor' says the Irish farmer. 'Yes, it's nice today.'
'I'm a farmer, too.' says the American.
'Oh, yes.' says the Irishman. 'And how do you find it?'
'Oh, it's great.' says the American. 'Say, how big is your farm?'
'Now, I don't rightly know.' says the Irishman. 'Never really measured it, see it's been in the family for generations.'
'Well, I've got a really big spread.' says the American. 'In fact I can set out in my car in the morning and it takes me all day to drive around it.'
'Oh, yes' says the Irishman.
'Hey, old guy', says the American. 'Good morning to you, lovely day.'
'Top o' the mornin' to you, sor' says the Irish farmer. 'Yes, it's nice today.'
'I'm a farmer, too.' says the American.
'Oh, yes.' says the Irishman. 'And how do you find it?'
'Oh, it's great.' says the American. 'Say, how big is your farm?'
'Now, I don't rightly know.' says the Irishman. 'Never really measured it, see it's been in the family for generations.'
'Well, I've got a really big spread.' says the American. 'In fact I can set out in my car in the morning and it takes me all day to drive around it.'
'Oh, yes' says the Irishman.
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