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172 FIONXGAL. [Duan IV.
While blasts issued forth from the gloom ;
Thou hast seen the fall of great rain,
When the thunder rolled through the glen,
And ghosts from the waves came on lightning,
When the might of hills sought the plain, 426
The loud mountain-torrent the shore.
Even so was the great noise of battle,
Gentle maid of the arms like snow.
But why do thy tears fall to earth, 430
Fair daughter of Toscar of chiefs ?
With Lochlin's maidens be the grief,
'Twas their people failed in the strife.
Bloody were the swords of blue edge,
Of the race of great chiefs from Cona. 435
I am tearful, blind, under grief,
With the semblance of chief no more ;
Give me, O Lamh-geal, thy tears !
I raised all their graves on the hill.
'Twas then, by the hand of the king 440
Fell a chief, to his grief, in battle ;
With his grey hair spread on the slope,
He raised his sad eye to the king.
" Is it thou ?" said the son of Cumhal,
" Faithful friend of the maid like snow ! 445
I witnessed thy tears at the time,
When the lovely-faced maiden fell.
Thou foe to the foes of my love,
Hast thou fallen beneath my sword ?
Raise, Ullin, raise high his renown, 450
Put Mathon in earth in the glen ;
Give to song the old hero's name,