Tribulation to me the slaying of Conbeg,
Little hound, of the baying voice;
Never was one more deft of paw
Found in the running down of the deer.
Tribulation to me the drowning of Conbeg
Upon the mighty grey-green seas;
His cruel loss, it brought contention,[104]
A "fill of sorrow" was his death.
FOOTNOTES:
[103] Conbeg means "little hound."
[104] i.e. between Fionn and Goll; Goll was leader of the Connacht Fians and the deadly enemy of Fionn.
[THE FAIRIES' LULLABY]
My smooth green rush, my laughter sweet,
My little plant in the rocky cleft,
Were it not for the spell on thy tiny feet
Thou wouldst not here be left,
Not thou.