Us, dear Scathach's fosterlings,

Me sore wounded, red with blood,

Thee no more to drive thy car!

"Woe, what us befel therefrom,

Us, dear Scathach's fosterlings,

Me sore wounded, stiff with gore,

Thee to die the death for aye!

"Woe, what us befel therefrom,

Us, dear Scathach's fosterlings,

Thee in death, me, strong, alive.