Woe to me was that sight!
He stretched out his two arms to me,
Endeavouring to rise to meet me.
“I grasped the hand of my son
And sat down by his left side;
And since I sat by him there,
I have recked nought of the world.”
When Finn (in the Scottish version) comes to bewail his grandson, he cries:
“Woe, that it was not I who fell
In the fight of bare sunny Gavra,