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 You have slain a hundred armed men. For you the noble dog has torn (them) in pieces. Your tale is stubborn and a cause of strife. It is a fore-token of tears in dreadful manner.

Sorrowful is my knowledge of you, while I shed tears and lament. Dear were it for me to go with you and to be burnt to ashes.

You were the fairest troop in Ireland. Young men of Connaught, I lament you, Each who has killed you, he is not stately, I see. ..

Great was your host in war against the Fomorians. Many women are there who will cry "uch" and "ach" behind the very proud.

Proudly you came into the house; you had no vassal for father. Since you had accepted the privilege of the chiefs it was not suitable for you to fly!