A rich body of Gaelic folk-romance is woven into a story that is comparable, in its field, with the "Just-So" stories in theirs.
And I went over the stepping-stones And dipped my feet in the ford, And came at last to the Swineherd's house,-- The Youth without a Sword.
A swallow sang upon his porch "Glu-ee, glu-ee, glu-ee," "The wonder of all wandering, The wonder of the sea;" A swallow soon to leave ground sang "Glu-ee, glu-ee, glu-ee."
"Prince," said the old fellow looking up at him, "if you can play a game as well as you can sing a song, I'd like if you would sit down beside me."
"I can play any game," said the King of Ireland's Son. He fastened his horse to the branch of a tree and sat down on the heap of stones beside the old man.
"What shall we play for?" said the gray old fellow.
"Whatever you like," said the King of Ireland's Son.
"If I win you must give me anything I ask, and if you win I shall give you anything you ask. Will you agree to that?"
"If it is agreeable to you it is agreeable to me," said the King of Ireland's Son.
They played, and the King of Ireland's Son