NANCY WALSH
I, without bite or sup,
If thou wert fated for me,
I would up
And would go after thee
Through mountains.
A thousand thanks from me
To God have gone,
Because I have not lost my senses to thee,
Though it was hardly I escaped from thee,
O ringleted one!
THE RED MAN'S WIFE
Then she arose
And walked in the valley
In her fine clothes.
After great fire
Great frost
Comes following.
Turgesius was lost
By the daughter of Maelsheachlin
The King.
By Grainne,
Of high Ben Gulbain in the north,
Was Diarmuid lost.