Dubliners by James Joyce Chapter 10 Page 18

Of a high ancestral name,

But I also dreamt, which pleased me most,

That you loved me still the same.

But no one tried to show her her mistake; and when she had ended her song Joe was very much moved.

He said that there was no time like the long ago and no music for him like poor old Balfe, whatever other people might say; and his eyes filled up so much with tears that he could not find what he was looking for and in the end he had to ask his wife to tell him where the corkscrew was.