“There is many a book written down,
By the melodious sweet sages of the Gaels,
Which we in truth are unable to relate to thee,
Of the deeds of Fionn and of the Fianna;”
he concludes his lengthy relation in these two stanzas:—
“I lost the sight of my eyes,
My form, my countenance, and my vigour,
I was an old man, poor and blind,
Without strength, understanding, or esteem.