My bloody corpse lies by the side of the Slope of two Brinks;
My head all unwashed is among warrior-bands in fierce slaughter.

It is blindness for any one making a tryst to set aside the tryst with
Death:
The tryst that we made at Claragh has been kept by me in pale death.

It was destined for me,--unhappy journey! at Feic my grave had been
marked out;
It was ordained for me--O sorrowful fight! to fall by warriors of
another land.

'Tis not I alone who in the fulness of desires has gone astray to meet
a woman--
No reproach to thee, though it was for thy sake--wretched is our last
meeting!
Had we known it would be thus, it had not been hard to desist.

The noble-faced, grey-horsed warrior-band has not betrayed me.
Alas! for the wonderful yew-forest,[6] that they should have gone into
the abode of clay!

Had they been alive, they would have revenged their lords;
Had mighty death not intervened, this warrior-band had not been
unavenged by me.

To their very end they were brave; they ever strove for victory over
their foes;
They would still sing a stave--a deep-toned shout,--they sprang from
the race of a noble lord.

That was a joyous, lithe-limbed band to the very hour when they were
slain:
The green-leaved forest has received them--it was an all-fierce
slaughter.

Well-armed Domnall, he of the red draught, he was the Lugh[7] of the
well-accoutred hosts:
By him in the ford--it was doom of death--Congal the Slender fell.

The three Eoghans, the three Flanns, they were renowned outlaws;
Four men fell by each of them, it was not a coward's portion.

Swiftly Cu-Domna reached us, making for his namesake:
On the hill of the encounter the body of Flann the Little will be
found.

With him where his bloody bed is thou wilt find eight men:
Though we thought them feeble, the leavings of the weapon of Mughirne's
son.

Not feebly fights Falvey the Red; the play of his spear-strings withers
the host;
Ferchorb of radiant body leapt upon the field and dealt seven murderous
blows.

Front to front twelve warriors stood against me in mutual fight:
Not one of them all remains that I did not leave in slaughter.

Then we two exchanged spears, I and Alill, Eoghan's son:
We both perished--O the fierceness of those stout thr