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But what are you waiting for? into the water, I say!
If there's no sword can harm you, I've an older trick to play,
An old five-fingered trick to tumble you out of the place;
I am Sualtim's son Cuchulain—what, do you laugh in my face?

Red Man

So you think me in earnest in wagering poll for poll!

A drinking joke and a gibe and a juggler's feat, that is all,
To make the time go quickly—for I am the drinker's friend,