Uisce-beatha[67] ] fighting, and cattle!
Up from the Castle of Druim-aniar,
Down from the top of Camailte
Gossip and ally are coming here
To give him the cead mile failte.
III.
Horses the valleys are tramping on,
Sleek from the Sacsanach manger—
Creachts the hills are encamping on,
Empty the bawns of the stranger!