Records of the clan and name of Fergusson, Ferguson and Fergus

APPENDIX 569
In battle's day-
He moved a prince ;
Though soft his skin,
Not soft his deed,
Of portly mould,
A fruitful branch,
His heart so pure,
He trains the young,
'Bove mountains high,
Rises in victory,
We ever fear
When he assails.
I tell you, Finn,
Avoid the man,
Terror of Gaul
Should make you quail :
Soothe him rather,
Better than fight.
Skilful and just
He rules his men,
His bounty wide,
A bloody man,
First in the schools,
Of gentle blood,
And noble race,
Liberal, kind,
Untired in fight,
No prince so wise,
Brown are his locks,
Marble his skin,
Perfect his form,
All full of grace,
Fierce to exact
When aught is due,
In vigour great,
Of fairest face,
No king like Gaul.
I tell thee, Finn,
His strength as waves
In battle's crash,
Princely his gait,
Comely his form,
Gaul's skilled fence —
No play when roused,