e

    lay brot t, and

    back to oo

    sleepy to talk . And Cum-

    on beating at the door, and

    presently

    once more, and cried out at him, ~ O

    coyrannous race of friars, per-

    secutors of ters

    of life and joy ! O race t does not draw

    tell truth ! O race

    t melts th

    co !

    Gleeman, said ther,  I also

    make r

    in my nico

    he friars.

    Brotherefore I

    make knoo you t it is the head of

    tery, our gracious Coarb, who

    orders all the lodging of

    travellers.

    You may sleep, said Cumhal, ~ I will

    sing a bards curse on the Coarb. And

    tub upside doh~

    ood upon it, and began to

    sing in a very loud voice. the singing

    a  up in bed

    and bleil the lay

    broto  get a

    noise, said the

    Coarb.   is happening ?

    It is a glee man, said ther,

    whe bread,

    of ter in t-er,

    and of t. And now he is singing

    a bards curse upon you, O brother Coarb,

    and upon your father,

    and your grandfather and your grand-

    motions.

    Is he cursing in rhyme ?

    h

    two assonances in every line of his

    curse.

    t-cap off and

    crumpled it in he circular

    broche middle of his

    bald he

    midst of a pond, for in Connaughey

    yet abandoned t ton sure

    for tyle to use.  If we

    do not somew, each

    o treet, and

    t to th