From Albin’s sea-girt hills, and bring
The spoil to Erin here.”
“I make a vow—a vow ’gainst that,”
Quoth Oscar. “With this spear
I’ll drive thee back from Albin’s hills
To Erin mount and mere.”
Then Cairber roared, “I make a vow;
This spear of might possessed,
Ere that, fair Oscar, thou shalt see,
I’ll plant beneath thy breast.”