The Scottish Celtic review

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—;;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 ? "

;;;;The Muileartach.1S3" The Muileartach fell by the Fians,The company that never was touched with fearNor hatred nor change comesOn the comely people of yellow wreathed hair."" I will give words again,If the smooth Muileartach has been killed,That I will not leave in Fair ErinHillock, place of shelter, or island,That I will not lift in the cross-trees of my ships,Erin fairly-balanced, full weightIf it does not take to kicking at seaWhen it is being lifted from its sea-walls,I shall put crooked hooks into the land.To draw it from its fastenings."" Numerous are the shipmen, Manus !That could lift the fifth-part of ErinAnd there are not as many ships on salt waterAs would lift a fifth-part of Erin."Eight and eight-score ships.Were raised of forces, and they were numerous,To raise the ransom of the Muileartach.They went ashore at the harbour of the Hill of Howth. Thewell-beloved Fergus, the son of Morna, went on a message tothem; he offered them satisfactory indemnity"' if they wouldreturn the way they came.He offered them eight hundred bannersBeautifully coloixred, and war-dresses ;2-Eight hundred dogs on leashes (?) ;Eight hundred close searchers (?)Eight hundred short-haired, red-cheeked men ;Eight hundred helmets-full of red gold,Although they got that, they would not return till theygotThe head of Oscar, Oisian, and Fin,Goll, and Corral." You will betake yourselves smartly across the sea.Or remain to your hurt.The biggest ship you have taken across the sea.

;;;;<strong>The</strong> Muileartach.1S3" <strong>The</strong> Muileartach fell by the Fians,<strong>The</strong> company that never was touched with fearNor hatred nor change comesOn the comely people of yellow wreathed hair."" I will give words again,If the smooth Muileartach has been killed,That I will not leave in Fair ErinHillock, place of shelter, or island,That I will not lift in the cross-trees of my ships,Erin fairly-balanced, full weightIf it does not take to kicking at seaWhen it is being lifted from its sea-walls,I shall put crooked hooks into the land.To draw it from its fastenings."" Numerous are the shipmen, Manus !That could lift the fifth-part of ErinAnd there are not as many ships on salt waterAs would lift a fifth-part of Erin."Eight and eight-score ships.Were raised of forces, and they were numerous,To raise the ransom of the Muileartach.<strong>The</strong>y went ashore at the harbour of the Hill of Howth. <strong>The</strong>well-beloved Fergus, the son of Morna, went on a message tothem; he offered them satisfactory indemnity"' if they wouldreturn the way they came.He offered them eight hundred bannersBeautifully coloixred, and war-dresses ;2-Eight hundred dogs on leashes (?) ;Eight hundred close searchers (?)Eight hundred short-haired, red-cheeked men ;Eight hundred helmets-full of red gold,Although they got that, they would not return till theygot<strong>The</strong> head of Oscar, Oisian, and Fin,Goll, and Corral." You will betake yourselves smartly across the sea.Or remain to your hurt.<strong>The</strong> biggest ship you have taken across the sea.

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