Excerpt from Casadh an Tsúgáin, or the Twisting of the Rope Usheen after the Fenians; every person hates me. You do not hate me, Oona? Oona.-do not say a thing like that; it is impossible that anyone would hate you. Hanrahan. — Come and we will sit in the corner of the room together, and I will tell you the little song I made for it is for you I made it. [they go to a corner and sit down together.