She passed hours to order her rebel red hair; he took a bath and shaved carefully.
He asked her brother to lend him the boots; she borrowed the golden badge from her granny.
They met on the hill, behind the church, on a sunny sunday after the Easter Holy Celebration.

Aunt Judy said: "There's no good in a son of a Lighthouse keeper."

Pencil on paper, Painter Classic, The Dubliners (only they fault if I made such an image...)
Thanks for taking a look.