Comes up with the monster fierce,
With his strong poisoned spear he tried
The side of the boar to pierce.
But his spear broke—shivered in three—
On that tough and bristling hide;
With his warm and blood-red hand
That spear he vainly plied.
Then from its sheath he drew
His blade of renown—thin-leaved;
And with it MacDoon slew the monster