Three Irish Bardic Tales Being Metrical Versions of the Three Tales known as The Three Sorrows of Story-telling. By John Todhunter |
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A child, stand, with a cry: ‘Stay! stay, Cuchullin, stay!’
And pale she looked and wild, and on her tunic's breast
Three gouts of blood, and blood upon her skirts and feet:
And that was Deirdrè. There he stayed the car, and down
He leaped to her; and she stared on him, crying: ‘Swift help
Thou bringest Conchobar; but he is safe, and there
Lies Naisi slain, there lie the Sons of Usna slain!’
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