The Scottish Celtic review

;;The Lnj of the Mtbireartitck. 25!)Then moved tlie rcaily banl of Finn,He who skillfully could [Aead;And he spoke with wisdom true,Unto the king unloved :" Though little care you for the Feiiin,The seven battalions alike brave,Through green knoll you will quickly leap.Or j'ou will bring yourselves disaster."" False is thy counsel, bard of Finn,Who has lieard thy hard advice,In front of battle of great hosts.When seizing on the arms of spoil."And when hurling the rattling spears ?Thus spoke wrathfully the king," Even a third of those now there,You have not of Feinn in Erin."The king's wrath was against us roused,Full of woe and of confusion :" Though ill for us that we met you.You fared not better that to us you came."They formed a circle round our plain,The host of Lochlann'.s king around us ;And nothing would them satisfyBut to destroy us all upon one spot.In the camp was many a warrior,Who showed wrath without return;And many a head to the ground was cast,And body that was there left l)are.Many were the sharp wounds of spear,And of slender poisoned dartsMany a valiant hand we lost,From sunrise unto eventide.Oscar slew, in the thick of the host,A hundred men in the first hourAnd still he slew a hundred more,While making for the king of Lochlann;