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 And he said when we bid him drink, that he had so great a drouth He could drink the sea.

I thought he had come from one of you Out of some Connaught rath, and would lap up milk and mew; But if he so loved water I have the tale awry.

You would not be so merry if he were standing by, For when we had sung or danced as he were our next of kin He promised to show us a game, the best that ever had been;