Yet who so great as they of yore in battle or carouse?
Just think of that, and hide your head, good Woman of Three Cows!
Your neighbour’s poor, and you, it seems, are big with vain ideas,
Because, inagh,[3] you’ve got three cows, one more, I see, than she has;
That tongue of yours wags more at times than charity allows—
But if you’re strong, be merciful, great Woman of Three Cows!
THE SUMMING-UP.
Now, there you go! you still, of course, keep up your scornful bearing,
And I’m too poor to hinder you—but, by the cloak I’m wearing,
If I had but four cows myself, even though you were my spouse,