"However small a host may be,
It receives some thought and pains;
Take but this: its daily meat
On one fork is never cooked!
"Thus alone I've faced the host,
By the ford in broad Cantire;
Many came, both Loch and Badb,
As foretold in 'Regomain!'[b]
"Loch has mangled my two thighs;
Me the grey-red wolf hath bit;