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 My leg's bit on me. He's the like of a mad dog, I'm thinking, the way that I will surely die.

You will, then, the way you can shake out hell's flags of welcome for my coming in two weeks or three, for I'm thinking Satan hasn't many have killed their da in Kerry, and in Mayo, too.

Bring the sod, will you?

God help him so. (Burns his leg.)

O, glory be to God!

Will you look what's come in?