Mistaken identity

I arranged a B&B for two distant relations at the weekend. Home from Spain for a suprise family thing, the surpisers needed a place to hide overnight from the suprisee.

Nora, being the excellent host she is, engaged them in conversation at breakfast. “Are - you - tra - vell - ing - a - round - I - re - land?”

Maura, my third cousin, not far enough removed, politely replied “we - are - here - for - a - birth - day. How - long - you - live - in - Ire - land?”

“All - my - life. I - born - near - here”.

“Then - why - in - the - name - of - fuck - are - you - talk - ing - like - a - half - fekin - eej - it?”