Audley and MacMahon, ye are valiant, wise, and true;
But—what, what are ye all to our darling who is gone?
The Rudder of our Ship was he, our Castle's corner stone!
VI.
"Wail, wail him through the Island! Weep, weep for our pride!
Would that on the battle-field our gallant chief had died!
Weep the Victor of Beann-bhorbh[79] ] —weep him, young men and old;
Weep for him, ye women—your Beautiful lies cold!
VII.
"We thought you would not die—we were sure you would not go,