Well, ye wenches an' biscuit eaters, hear ye this; 'tis a simple lesson Father Ahern was after tellin' ye today before he went aft tae Fiddler's Green: 'Tis a mighty sin to covet yer neighbour's treasure.
Shiver me timbers- ye thar, the scurvy lad in the starboard pew- aye, ye- look lively or ye'll be walkin' the... er... walkin' the... pulpit. Nae, we'll keelhaul ye o'er the steeple, ye scallywag!
Now, as I were sayin', ye'll go straight tae hell via Davy Jones Locker if yer caught covetin' yer neighbour's booty, and especially if yer so bold as to covet yer neighbour's wife's booty. 'Tis a mystery deeper than the very ocean what Father Ahern would have had tae say aboot it, now he's gone tae that great crow's nest in the sky, but I'll tell ye what yer to do: just go ahead an' take it, and that'll solve yer problems, see? Nary a covet more, if ye jes' take the stuff.
Now. That were easy enough! Aye!
Oh, Father Ahern did leave one wee note, 'tis the topic of next week's sermon. “Thou shalt not steal-” oh, bugger. Well, blow me down.