"Who had a like vow from our triple dun."
"I only of the Red Branch hosted now,"
Cuchulain cried, "have made and keep that vow."
After short fighting in the leafy shade
He spake to the young man, "Is there no maid
"Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round,
"Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground,
"That you come here to meet this ancient sword?"