"Three mighty legions o'er the sea-flood came,
Three fleets intent on sudden fray;
One from Erin's verdant coast,
One with Lochlin's arméd host,
Long burdens of the billowy way;
The third, from far, bore them of Norman's name,
To fruitless labor doom'd, and barren fame.
"'Gainst Mona's gallant lord, where, lo! he stands,
His warlike sons ranged at his side,
Rushes the dark tumultuous tide,