On hearing these expressions of sympathy, the cat began to revive, and the man went on:

A hundred welcomes wait you, cat,

Since in my lap you’ve chanced to be;

And, though I do not much liberty allow,

Many have you greatly loved.

Are you the untamed cat that Fionn had,

That hunted wild from glen to glen?

Had Oscar you at the battle of Bla-sguinn,

And left you heroes wounded there?

You drank the milk Catherine had,