Ossian Collection > Poems of Oisin, bard of Erin

128 DIALOGUE.
not \yhere they went : at their departure they
were sorrowful, O Patrick of the clergy, and sad.
END OF THE BATTLE.
P. Oisin, relate to me Avithout a falsehood,
the noble heroes of the Fenii — not counting the
vahant thirty — who fell on the Hill of Slaughter.
0. I will tell thee of each bulky chief and
w^arlike hero who fell on the hill, slain by the
stranger, and by that bold man Tailc son of Trean.
On this w^estern hill fell Connciabhrach rough
of voice ; better of hand was he, and stronger in
fight than the Son of God, though with thee he is
great.
It was there fell, and sorrowful for me is the
song, Draladh Flannda w-ho was enduring in
battle : he could play with vigour in action against
God's Son.
There fell, disastrous to relate, the wáse Luanan
of the heavy sword, who could fetch the boar
from the mountain by the gladsome nimble run-
ning of his strong limbs.