"Ne'er for Ulster's weal doth aim
Lugaid's son, Casruba's scion;[b]
Such is how he acts to men:
Whom he stabs not he incites!
"Ulster's exiles it would grieve
If their beardless boy[c] should fall.
If on you come Ulster's troops
They will make your herds their spoil!
"Strewn afar your herds will be
By the rising Ulstermen.