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On Friars
Would'st thou on good terms with friars live, / Ever be humble and admiring; / All they ask of thee freely give, / And in return be nought requiring.
On a surly Butler, / who had refused him admission to the cellar
O Dermod Flynn it grieveth me / Thou keepest not Hell's portal; / As long as thou should'st porter be, / Thou would'st admit no mortal.
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How deadly the blow I received / When of thee, O my darling, bereaved! / No more up the hill I shall bound, / No strength in my poor foot is found; / No joy o'er my visage shall break / 'Till from out the cold earth I awake. / Of the corn like the very top grain, / Or the pine 'mongst the shrubs of the plain, / Or the moon 'mongst the starlets above, / Went thou amongst women, my love!
{13} Vidrik's sword.