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 [Singing, with a swaggering stride] Laegaire is best; Between water and hill, He fought in the west With cat heads, until At the break of day All fell by his sword, And he carried away Their hidden hoard. [He seizes the Helmet] Give it me, for what did you find in the bag But the straw and the broken delf and the bits of dirty rag You'd taken for good money?