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150 FIOXXGAL. [Duah III.
When lies upon Mealmor of heath
The sharp lightning sent by a ghost ;
When the traveller lone is afraid, 300
And the moon grows dark in the sky.
" The conflict is o'er," said the king ;
" I see its sad work on the plain,
Red-stained with the blood of my friends.
Mournful, O Lena, is thy heath ! 305
Mournful is the oak upon Cromla.
Strong hunters have fallen in their strength,
And with them the brave son of Seuma.
Fillan and Roinne, my two sons,
Loudly sound forth the horn of Fionngal ; 310
Ascend the faces of the knolls,
And sound it to the lake of Jorguil.
Call the foe from the grave of Lamhdearg,
The chief who abode there of old.
Be your voice like that of your father, 315
When aroused to engage in battle.
Let me here await the strong chief,
Let me wait on Lena for Suaran,
Let the hero come on alone,
Or along with hundreds in arms ; 320
Let our foemen come all together,
Tell them we are valiant and strong."
Red Roinne went in speed like lightning ;
Fillan was like autumn in gloom ;
Fionngal's horn o'er Lena of glens 325
Was heard by the sea-going sires.
Like the sounding shore of great ocean,
Returning from the land of snow,