Said the giant, ‘It was young John, son of Erin’s king, that left it.’
‘Well, then, the bottle is mine,’ said she.
But to make a long story short, she came to the house of each giant, and she took with her each bottle and each loaf and each cheese, till at last she came to the house of the king of Erin. Then the five-fifths of Erin were gathered, and the bridge of nobles of the people; they were put in at the back door and out at the front door, but the bird did not stir. Then she asked if there was one other or any one else at all in Erin that had not been here.
‘I have a bald rough-skinned gillie in the smithy,’ said the smith, ‘but——’
‘Rough on or off, send him here,’ says she.
No sooner did the bird see the head of the bald rough-skinned gillie than he took a flight and settles on the bald top of the rough-skinned lad. She caught him and kissed him: ‘Thou art the father of my babe.’
‘But, John,’ says the great king of Erin, ‘it is thou that gottest the bottles of water for me.’
‘Indeed ‘twas I,’ says John.
‘Weel, then, what art thou willing to do to thy two brothers?’
‘The very thing they wished to do to me, do for them.’