Ossian Collection > Poems of Oisin, bard of Erin

11*2 DIALOGUE.
that she was dead, the Queen of power ; to her
own form she returned before long, and thus she
bewailed and lamented : —
LAMENTATION OF AILE GEAL SNUADH.
O stern Meargach, of the green sharp sword,
many were they, in war and mighty battle, in the
rushing together of hosts, and in single encounter,
who fell by the victory of thy hands !
On thy body I see no stripe, no gory wound ;
Oh ! my love, I am certain that by treachery, not
by strength of hands, thou wast conquered !
Far distant was thy journey from the land of
thy kindred to Erin ; to attack Fionn and the
Fenii ; by deceit they hastened thy death !
Desolate is thy spouse ; thy head thou hast lost
by treachery of the Fenii ! my two youths, my
two sons, my two heroes who were fierce in
battle ! !
My grief ! my tower razed ! my grief ! my
shade and my shield ! my grief ! my meat and
my drink ! my grief for my three, from this night
for ever !