Prayer of Praise to Lugh

You came to the court which feasted at Tara,
and, challenged, listed your skills:
Champion and harper, and doctor,
cupbearer and scribe and poet;
on and on the list went; each time came the answer,
"We have one of those, you cannot enter."
Then came your punch line:
"Do you have anyone who can do all these things?"
They did not, of course, and had to let you enter.
You became the true king, saved the goddess's children from inhospitable oppressors.
Shining-speared champion,
I have told this tale of yours, and will tell more at other times.