The Scottish Celtic review

—;;132 The Muilearfach.At the outset of fury and slaughter,She performed an over-keen thankless deed ;She slew in her frolic a hundred heroes,While loud laughter was in her rough mouth.You will lose the forelock of your scrubby head,In lieu of having asked for Oisian's goodly son.They offered her compensation, if she would turn back the wayshe came. She would not take all the valuable jewels in Irelandtillshe would getThe heads of Oscar, Oisian, and Fin,GoU, and Con-al.They made an enclosure for the great fight,Lest the apparition on the field should change.The four best heroes among the Fians,She would combat them all together,And attend them each by turns.Like the shimmering beam of a flame.Mac-Coul of good fortune metThe wretch, hand to hand.Her flank was exposed to the violence of the blows.And there were drops of his blood on the heath tops.The Muileartach fell by Fin,If she did, it was not without strifeA trial like this he did not getSince the day of Lon MacLioven's smithy,They lifted the Old Woman on the point of their spears,And tore her asunder in pieces.The tale ran northwardsTo the borders of Loch 1 in of many peopleAnd the Smith went with its purportTo the palace of the High King." A mischief has been done," said the Ocean Smith," The red Muileartach '" has been killed."'•If the porous earth has not swallowed her,Or the broad bare sea drowned her,Where were the people in the universeWho could slay the white-maned Muileartach ? "