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12 FINGAL.
' Three days successive we renewed the fight,
* While heroes stood, and trembled at the sight ,
' On the fourth morn, Fingal has dared to say,
' The King of Ocean fell, and lost the day ;
' But Swaran says, and ever will maintain,
' That he stood firm, and did the battle gain.
* Let dark Cuchullin yield to him whose might,
' Equals the storms of Malmor's rocky height.'
' To mortal never will I yield,' he said,
' The dark Cuchullin shall be great or dead. —
' Go, Fithil's son, and \^ ith thee take my spear,
' Strike Cathbat's shield ;' my heroes soon will hear
' Its well known voice ; that voice which never rung
' The sound of peace — high on the wall 'tis hung
* Near Tura's gate.' — He Jitruck the shield. Its
sound.
Spread through the woods, and all the country
round ;
" Vide Note 4.