Oh! Oscar, spare not the armed hero,
But the needy and feeble sustain;
Like the spring-tide stream rushing in winter
Attacking the foes of the Féinn;
But gentle as summer’s breathing wind—
To all that seek thy succour kind.
Such was the victor Treunmor,
And after him Trahal the brave;
And Finn, too, befriended the weak
From the power of the tyrant to save.