d Dana the

    false gods of the old days; always making

    poems in praise of those kings and queens

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    of the hill in

    the hill of

    the ave, and

    Eiveen of they

    call Don of ts of the Sea; and

    railing against God and C and the

    blessed Saints. hile he was speaking

    he crossed himself, and when he had

    finiscap over his

    ears, to s out the noise, and closed

    o

    sleep.

    ther Kevin,

    Brottle olf, Brother

    Bald Patrick, Brother Bald Brandon,

    Broter sitting

    up in bed, and  up.

    they

    dragged o they dipped

    at terwards

    called Buckleys Ford.

    Gleeman, said they

    led o t-house,  why do

    you ever use t which God has given

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    you to make blaspales

    and verses ? For suche way of your

    craft. I ales and

    verses well nige, and so I know

    t I speak true ! And why do you praise

    hose demons, Finvaragh, Red

    Aodoo,

    am a man of great  and learning, but

    I ever glo.rify our gracious Coarb, and

    Benignus our Patron, and the princes of

    t and

    orderly, but yours is like the wind among

    t I could for

    you, being also a man of many ts,

    but who could help such a one as you ?

    My soul, friend, anshe glee man,

    is indeed like t blows me

    to and fro, and up and dos

    many to my mind and out of my

    mind, and t,