“Cruel son of lying father,
Faithless, too, as this may show,
You shall rue the dreadful doing
Which creates in me a foe.
“Here are friends—I knew and loved them,
Proved them often in my need.
Great Monedo’s curse be on you,
Walter Butler, for this deed.
“Here, by all his bitter sorrow,
By his scant and whitened hairs,