And Bodb Dearg was not always in his own place, but sometimes he was with Angus at Brugh na Boinn.

Three sons of Lugaidh Menn, King of Ireland, Eochaid, and Fiacha, and Ruide, went there one time, for their father refused them any land till they would win it for themselves.  And when he said that, they rose with the ready rising of one man, and went and sat down on the green of Brugh na Boinn, and fasted there on the Tuatha de Danaan, to see if they could win some good thing from them.

And they were not long there till they saw a young man, quiet and with pleasant looks, coming towards them, and he wished them good health, and they answered him the same way.  “Where are you come from?” they asked him then.  “From the rath beyond, with the many lights,” he said.  “And I am Bodb Dearg, son of the Dagda,” he said, “and come in with me now to the rath.”

So they went in, and supper was made ready for them, but they did not use it.  Bodb Dearg asked them then why was it they were using nothing.  “It is because our father has refused land to us,” said they; “and there are in Ireland but the two races, the Sons of the Gael and the Men of Dea, and when the one failed us we are come to the other.”

Then the Men of Dea consulted together.  And the chief among them was Midhir of the Yellow Hair, and it is what he said:  “Let us give a wife to every one of these three men, for it is from a wife that good or bad fortune comes.”

So they agreed to that, and Midhir’s three daughters, Doirenn, and Aife, and Aillbhe, were given to them.  Then Midhir asked Bodb to say what marriage portion should be given to them.  “I will tell you that,” said Bodb.  “We are three times fifty sons of kings in this hill; let every king’s son give three times fifty ounces of red gold.  And I myself,” he said, “will give them along with that, three times fifty suits of clothing of all colours.”  “I will give them a gift,” said a young man of the Tuatha de Danaan, from Rachlainn in the sea.  “A horn I will give them, and a vat.  And there is nothing wanting but to fill the vat with pure water, and it will turn into mead, fit to drink, and strong enough to make drunken.  And into the horn,” he said, “you have but to put salt water from the sea, and it will turn into wine on the moment.”  “A gift to them from me,” said Lir of Sidhe Fionnachaidh, “three times fifty swords, and three times fifty well-riveted long spears.”  “A gift from me,” said Angus Og, son of the Dagda, “a rath and a good town with high walls, and with bright sunny houses, and with wide houses, in whatever place it will please them between Rath Chobtaige and Teamhair.”  “A gift to them from me,” said Aine, daughter of Modharn, “a woman-cook that I have, and there is geasa on her not to refuse food to any; and according as she serves it out, her store fills up of itself again.”  “Another gift to them from me,” said Bodb Dearg, “a good musician that I have, Fertuinne, son of Trogain; and although there were women in the sharpest pains of childbirth, and brave men wounded early in the day, in a place where there were saws going through wood, they would sleep at the sweetness of the music he makes.  And whatever house he may be in, the people of the whole country round will hear him.”