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“And wherefore should you wax so pale, if beast or king it be.
Since for me there, is but one prince, who stands all wroth with me?
There, let the blind kern find his kings in wolf, or hawk, or dove,
But come you from the cold, my lord, into your lady's love.”

And therefore, as we do believe that which we most desire,
She wooed suspicion from him, and stilled his jealous ire,
But the little page went sighing, “A plague may women win—
She has put the anger from him with the dimples in her chin.”

But the curse fell heavy on Ireland of her foul dishonour.Woe to the House of Breffni, and to the red O'Ruark woe!
And woe to us in Erinn for the shame which laid us low!
And cursed be you, Dearvorgil, who eloped into the south.
And made war loud in Erinn with the smiling of your mouth.