By beautiful women bewailed
As he lay with his spear in hand.
Bravely he roused the boar
On the hillside where it had lain—
The old boar of the sweet Glen-Shee,
The fiercest that ever was slain.
There Finn of the ruddiest hue sat down
’Neath Ben-Gulbin’s grassy side;
Whence issued the boar for the woodland;
Oh, the ill that did there betide!