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 But may some dog defend me for a cat of wonder's up. Laegaire and Conall are here, the flagon full to the top, And the cups—

It is Cuchulain.

The cups are dry as a bone. [He sits on chair and drinks]

Go into Scotland again, or where you will, but begone From this unlucky country that was made when the devil spat.