This is the second time someone's made her sing on command here, and it's more surprising than annoying. A little flattering, which is probably the real point, but if it kills time, it doesn't matter why Byerly's asking.

"Okay," she says after a moment or two, "but I'm not singing you a lewd one."

And as entertaining as it might be to draw on Leonard Cohen, at least in theory, she's not singing anything about hard-ons or oral sex in front of Byerly and a severed head. (Still not a walker.) Besides, her thoughts are too filled with her father today; she'd rather sing something he would have liked to hear. Bethy, sing Paddy Reilly for me. I haven't heard that, I think, since your mother was alive.

So when she draws in a breath, that's what she sings. "The garden of Eden has vanished, they say, but I know the lie of it still. Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea, and stop when half way to Coote Hill..."

One verse and the chorus--come back, Paddy Reilly, to Ballyjamesduff, come home, Paddy Reilly, to me--is enough. After that, she stops, trying to decide if she wants to try to corner Byerly into singing something in turn.