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From the beach at Steall Chlianaig,
Passing them from hand to hand.

In Tóm Innis of the beach
Beams and rafters were cut,
And long couples
Smooth and stout, in the rowan wood;
While she kept constantly saying:
"One stone above two stones,
And two stones above one stone;
Pins, and turf, and wattle,
Every tree in the wood
Except wild cherry.
Pity it should not be found as placed,
And not placed as found."

At the greying of the day
There was turf on the ridge
And smoke from out of it.

He put the coulter on the fire
To keep him from mischief,
Since he knew the tricks
And the spells of the fairies.

When the house now was ready,
And she had fulfilled each condition,
He released the Siren
And suffered no harm.

She stretched out her hands to him
To take farewell of him,
But it was to take him to the fairy hill.

But he stretched out the coulter,
And the skin of her palm stuck to it,
And she leapt on a grey stone
Of the Foich to pass sentence on him.

She gave him the curse of the people
And the curse of the proud;