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 ing with sweat. Go along, I'm saying, and have your tug-of-warring till he's dried his skin.

Here's his prizes! A bagpipes! A fiddle was played by a poet in the years gone by! A flat and three-thorned blackthorn would lick the scholars out of Dublin town!

Thank you kindly, the lot of you. But you'd say it was little only I did this day if you'd seen me a while since striking my one single blow.

Take notice, last event of this day! Tug-of-warring on the green below! Come on, the lot of you! Great achievements for all Mayo men!

Go on and leave him for to rest and dry. Go on, I tell you, for he'll do no more.

Come on, then. Good luck for the while!