The Scottish Celtic review

;;—Esroy, ov Ossiavir Ballad. 173Though great their valour and their strength,He vowed his arm would them subdue.If but two sudden blows he dealt,With ardour to each man opposed,We all would have been under ground,In combat vancjuished by this man.Three times nine men the victor bound,In the fierce contest ere he ceased ;Tightly the binding of three smalls >Upon each one of them he placed.Then did the valiant Gaul advanceTo crush the hero in close fightWhoever then should them behold,Fierce was their ardour and their strife.There fell,by brave Mac-Morna's hand,The king of Sorca's son—sad tale !Woe to the land to which had comeThe maid for whom the man was slain IAnd when the mighty warrior fellOn ocean's strand—event of woe !The royal maid - of Tir-fa-tonnIn Feinn-land dwelt a year with Finn.Flann Mac-Morna—woeful deed !Was slain, it was a mighty featNor was there warrior that escaped,Who.se body was not full of wounds[Except] my sire of noble mien,He who stranger ne'er refused :Now, since my countenance is changed,To me is known a tale of Finn.I know a tale.'The neck, the wriats, aud the ankles.2 Lit., "The daughter of the king of Tir-fa-touu."