O.—Kind Cleric! if thou wert south-west
At the Fall of the soft-flowing stream
Where it hastens to join the sea,
The Féinn thou wouldest greatly esteem.
C.—Blessed be the soul of that hero!
Who fought in his violent might—
Mac-Cuhail, the chief of the host,
Renowned in the field of fight.
O.—One day we were hunting for red-deer,
And failing to meet with game,