And gold shining bright on his panoply?
’Tis Fergus the King! The broad signal fire,
And the Norsemen’s ravage, have roused his ire;
And, see how his clustering horsemen sweep
From the forest dark and the dingle deep!
And, hark to the tread of the many feet
That crowd to those heights where the waters meet!
Full little does Sewyn, the Norse King, know,
As his ruthless Danes rifle the peaceful plain,
That the Pass of the Dhuie conceals a foe