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Aneirin

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The men went to Catraeth, swift was their host, the pale mead was their feast and it was their poison.
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Stanza A8, pp. 118.
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"This famous quotation does not mean that the Gododdin army was too drunk to fight properly, but that they lost their lives in 'earning their mead'" (Jackson The Gododdin p. 35).

 
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