He courted her for three months straight. Terry came from the merchant classes of South County Dublin and Phil, who hadn’t tuppence to his name, followed her declaiming, down one street and then down the next. The whole town was enthralled. One night she found a poem laid on her own pillow and, when she looked out, Phil was standing under the lamp post. She came out to kiss him in her nightie and never went back in, she said. He had won her with verse.
