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A HEROIC POEM. 195
eighth flay. At the sight of Oscar bruised, the
Fiiigalians gave a dreadful shout of fear. As the
gap of a flood running down from the mountains,
was the blood of my son streaming through his
wounds.
When Oscar saw that he was wounded, and
that the Fingalians were sad and full of sorrow,
then it was that he gave the bloody cut, and made
the head of Conull bounce over the hill. The se-
cond time the Fingalians gave a more triumphant
shout, with gladness and great joy, when Conull
fell, and the head was thrown from the body at a
distance. As many of us as remained of Finiiars
heroes, departed together with Oscar, to Fingal's
house; and in healing him, five quarters of a year
were spent in the house of Fingal, the high king
of battles. Young wealthy women all kinds of
music and games did play, to restore mirth to my
beloved son. Sweeter music to Fingal was what
happened, and that Conull wrestled with the va-
liant Oscar, than although as many more of the
fair handsome Fingalians should fall.
Thus to you, Patrick, is told the tale concern-
ing Conull Gulbuinn, and it is truth. All the
Fingalians saw him falling, and when they laid
him under the stones, they made a lamentation
for him.