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0. Misery witliont redress attend thyself,
And truly thy clerics
Do not say to me that I would follow God,
And that I would forsake the chief of the Fians.
P. Do not be arguing, O Oisin son of Fionn,
Tell us how the battle of Cnoc-an-air ended ;
The Fians were mighty enough,
But now they are weak and feeble.
O. Patrick ! if it be the God of grace
Who spread that report about the Fians,
Do not believe from him henceforth
Anything he tells thee during thy days.
Relate to me now, Patrick,
If it be that God of love who said.
That he himself conquered the Fians,
And that cold hell is their habitation.
P. I tell thee, and 'tis no falsehood,
God's own mouth hath declared to us,
That those wdio w411 not follow his counsel
A hell of pains will be their dungeon !
0. The Fenians never follow^ed his counsels.
Believe not thou God of the feigned speech,
Tell me if it were He that obtained victory
Where he found hosts their match.
P. It is God who obtained victory over the Fians,
And did not ask the aid of battalions or hosts,
But his own strength and timely power,
And truly his speech is not feigned.
suffering to another, in the next life — from the most intense flames of
fire, to the most intolerable degree of cold.