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    <id>513</id>
    <title>Ferg003</title>
    <updated>Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15</updated>
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    <collections>Conary</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1880</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Saturday, March 12, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Ferg003</identifier>
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    <keywords>Druid, Violation</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿&quot; &#039;Tis just ; and welcome to our souls as well
For outrage unavenged,&quot; said Fergobar.
&quot; &#039;Tis just : it is thy right,&quot; said Ferragon.
&quot; &#039;Tis just, and woe it is ! &quot; said Lomna Druth. 

&#039;Twas then that Conary from strife composed
By kingly counsel, &#039;twixt contending lords
Of distant Thomond, held his journey home.
But, when in sight of Tara, lo, the sky
On every side reflected rising flame
And gleam of arms. &quot; What this ? &quot; cried Conary.
A certain Druid was there in the train
Who answered, &quot; Often did I warn thee, King,
This journey at this season was ill-timed,
As made in violation of the gaysh
That King of Tara shall not judge a cause
Except in Tara&#039;s proper judgment hall
From Beltane-day to May-day.&quot; 

&quot; Yea, in truth,.
1 do remember now,&quot; said Conary,
Amongst my prohibitions that is one.
Which thoughtlessly I&#039;ve broken. Strange it is
That act for speedy justice and for peace
Accomplished, should, with God, be disesteem&#039;d.
But, since Religion&#039;s awful voice forbids,
I pray forgiveness of offended Heaven,
Whose anger at my fault too plain I see.
And vow atonement at thy own award.
But, which way now ? &quot;
&quot; Ride northward to the track
Where Street Midluachra and Street Cualann join ; 
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