Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground - July 2010
but you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round!"
The Sickbed of CĂș Chulainn
It fits not heroes lying On sick-bed in a sickly sleep to dream: Witches before thee flying Of Trogach's fiery Plain the dwellers seem: They have beat down thy strength, Made thee captive at length, And in womanish folly away have they driven thee far.
Arise! no more be sickly! Shake off the weakness by those fairies sent: For from thee parteth quickly Thy strength that for the chariot-chiefs was meant: Thou crouchest, like a youth! Art thou subdued, in truth? Have they shaken thy prowess and deeds that were meet for the war?