There thirty battles he bravely fought.
With miser’s mind from none withheld,
Anything false his lips ne’er spoke.
Ni euradh air neach, a fhuair fear o Fhionn,
Cha robh ach rìgh gréine, rìgh riamh os a chionn.
Nior dh’fhàg beist an loch, no nathair an nimh,
An Eirinn nan naomh, nar mharbh an saor seimh.
Ni h-innisinn a ghniomh, a bhithinn gu de bhràth,
Nior innisinn uam, trian a bhuaidh ’s a mhaith.
Ach is olc a taim, an deigh Fhinn na Feinn,