While the "boys" gathered round, in applause were not slack, And roared in delight till their jawbones ached rarely.
VI Till at last, burly Bryan quite humbled and cowed, With bruises and blood nearly ready to smother Gasped out in the depth of distress to the crowd - Arrah, tare us apart, or we'll murder aitch other"
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Is iomdha buille searbh trom do fuaras i mo saoghal. Is minic faoi mó phóca liom gach cíos nó míos gan díol Ac im go b’fuaireadh beag nó mór Ní raibh mé riamh gan fhonn Nuair phógas tú mó mhíle stór Mó phíopa gearraidh donn.
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