Mrs. O'Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin when she met up with Father O'Rafferty.
"Top o' the mornin' to ye," said the Father, "Aren't you Mrs. O'Donovan?
Didn't I marry ye and yer husband two years ago?"
She replied "Aye, that ye did, Father."
"And be there any wee ones yet?"
"No, not yet, Father," Mrs. O'Donovan said.
"Well, now, I'm going to Rome next week, and I'll light a candle for ye."
"Oh, thank ye, Father."
They parted ways. Some years later they met again.
"Well, now, Mrs. O'Donovan," the priest said. "How are ye these days?"
"Oh, very well," said she.
"And tell me," he said. "Have ye any wee ones yet?"
"Oh, yes, Father," Mrs. O'Donovan replied. Three sets of twins and four singles -- 10 in all."
"Aye, that's wonderful!" he said. "And how is your lovely husband?"
"Oh," she said. "E's gone to Rome to blow out yer fookin' candle."