The Scottish Celtic review

;—;—;Emvy, an Onsianic Ballad. ]iAnd Cumhall's dauntless son returned,Not silently, the soft salute.Enquired the king of graceful form,Whence is the maid of aspect fair,From what land has the maiden come" Nan-ate to us in brief thy tale."" My sire is king of Tir-fa-tonn,'Briefly I shall tell my taleThere is no land beneath the sun,-Where I've not sought thy heroes brave."" Princess, who hast trod every land,Youthful maid of matchless form.What quest has brought thee from afar ?Thy story let me truly know."" If thou art Finn, I crave defence,"Then said to us the youthful maid," For the excellence of thy speech and fame.Protection grant me speedily."Enquired the king, quick to discern," Name him b}' whom thou art pursuedProtection, maiden, grant I thee.From every man who would thee harm." *" There comes with wrath across the seaA warrior strong in my pursuitThe son of Sorca's sharp-armed king.And who is named the Dyro-Borb.*" With vows" I shunned his hateful suit.Till Finn should take me o'er the seaAnd that I might not be his spouse.Though goodly be his deeds and fame."Then Oscar said with wrathful speech.That man who every king subdued," Land-beneath-the-wave." See note from Dr. Joyce's interesting volum'Old Celtic Romances," given at the end of this translation.* Lit., "which the sun surrounds."* Lit., "from every man who is in the body."* " Borb " (fierce). ^ Spells, charms.