Trí bhrón: Caoineann an talamh faoi na coillte a leag Tailtiu Caoineann Lugh bás Tailtiu Caoineann Tailtiu faoin bhfómhar a goideadh óna sliocht Three sorrows: The land weeps for the forest Tailtiu felled. Lugh weeps for the death of Tailtiu. Tailtiu weeps for the harvest stolen from her descendants.
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Sorrows indeed