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THE GREEN HELMET
And he said when we bid him drink, that he had so great a drouth
He could drink the sea.
Cuchulain
Out of some Connaught rath, and would lap up milk and mew;
But if he so loved water I have the tale awry.
Conall
For when we had sung or danced as he were our next of kin
He promised to show us a game, the best that ever had been;