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 It hurts me that you lie here O my lad! O son of Maev! and it hurts my own heart the same fate that awaits you.

It was seldom for you to be without your weapons until it had befallen you to be stiff in death. The bright shining spear has wounded you grievously, and another has transfixed you.

And the cruel sword has cut you to pieces, and a rain of blood has fallen down your cheeks. And they took all about you, all the warriors that were of one troop.

Ah! what were they for me who have not seen my chief of sorrows? My loved one, my chosen out of the crowd, and my man worth good treasure.

He is my man of worth for all my days, Mani More, the son of Alill. I will die therefore, to be in want of him, that he will not come to be perceived by my senses. Rh