But saw great Arthur from the Chofre hills,
And while Graham hurled against the rampart’s height
A fierce reply which all the welkin fills,
Sent our bold columns rapid to the fight.
Morton with joy, and Nial with delight,
The summons heard, and dashing with their men
Plunged through the fitful blazing gloom of night.
Hot was the fire of skirmishers, which then
Maintained on either side bewildered Lyncean ken.