Ossian Collection > Fingal

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nre mighty In battle; and that the ghofls of our
Joes are many. — But renowned are they who have
icailed in my halls ! they ihew the arms * of my
lathers in a foreign land : the fons of Grangers
wonder, and blefs the friends of Morven's race ;
for our names have been heard afar; the kings of
the world fhook in the mid it of their people.
Ullin went with his fong. Fingal rtfled on his
fpear: he faw the m'^ghty foe in his armour: and
he bleft the Granger's ion.
How Itately art thou, fon of the fea ! faid the
king of woody Morven. Thy fword is a beam
of might by thy fide : thy fpear is a fir that defies
the itorm. The varied face of the moon is not
broader than thy fliield. — Ruddy is thy face of
youth! foft the ringlets of thy hair! — But this
tree may fall ; and his mr rnory be forgot ! — The
daugliier of the Granger will be fad, and look to
ihe rolling fea : — the children will fay, " We fee
** a fliip; perhaps it is the king of Balclu^ha."
The tear ftarts from their mother's eye. Her
thoughts are of him that flceps in Morven.
Such were the w-ords of the king, when Ullin
came to the mighty Cartlion : he threw down
the fpear before him ; and raifed tlic fong of
pence.
Come to the fead of Fingal, Carilion, from
the rolling fea! partake the feall of the king, or
lift tlie fpear of Vv^ar. The gholls cf our foes
are many: but renou-ncd are the friends of Mor-
ven !
Behold that field, O Carilion ; many a green
hill
^ it was a cuiloui among the ancient Scots to ex-
change arms with their guells, and thofe arms were
preferved long in the different families, as m.onumenta
of the friendlhip which fubfilled between their ancef-
torc.