Ossian Collection > Poems of Oisin, bard of Erin

no DIALOGUE.
On her head was golden hair ; O Patrick, my
boast is not a falsehood, thou thyself nor thy God
have ever seen such a glory of locks on any wo-
man.
She inquired in the most sedate voice, where
was illustrious Fionn, king of the Fenii ? whether
her husband and her two sons had fallen ? and
her brother likewise, where had he gone to ?
"Who is thy gentle husband?" said Fionn,
* explain to me, and thy two sons ? if they have
fallen in the slaughter thou shalt receive intelli-
gence O gentle lady."
" The surname of my husband of mighty con-
quest is Meargach stern, of the Green Blade ; and
his two sons, Ciardan, so powerful, and Liagan,
brave in battle."
" O generous Queen," said Fionn, " in disorder
have all three fallen, although active, polished,
strong-handed were they in battle's uproar, and
vigorous."
The Queen screamed and shouted, and her
hands she did clap bitterly ; she shed a shower of
briny tears, and said, " Oh ! where is my husband
decaying ?"