Scattered like sheep, and fall’n like leaves:
The wild pursuit rolled on;
And on that field of dread were we
In silence left alone.
And there lay Oscar bleeding much
Upon the mournful plain;
And every living Finian there
Had friends among the slain.
The bard Fergus is asked to relate to Finn how the Féinn fared in the conflict. In this part I follow a literal rendering of MacLauchlan’s, modified by Morley:—
“Say, Bard of the Féinn of Erin,