I’m like an empty nut—I seem a reinless steed.
A feeble kern am I, with sorrow sore within—
Ev’n Ossian I, the bard, the son of noble Finn.
In his forlorn state the bard now remembers the house and court of Finn, his royal father:—
Since Finn now reigns no more, all that I owned is gone—
His house had seven sides—the house of Cuhal’s son;
And seven score of shields did hang on every side;
There fifty robes of wool had been the king beside—
Fifty warriors filled the robes, who were the royal pride.