Rìgh nan uile àigh, roimh dhuine nior dhiùlt.
Nior dhiùlt Fionn roimh neach, ge bu bheag a loinn,
Char chuir as a theach, neach dha’r thainig ann.
Maith an duine Fionn, maith an duine e,
Noch char thiodhlaic neach, leth dhe’r thiodhlaic se.
Sé.
He never grudged, no, never, Finn;
The sun ne’er saw king who him excelled,
The monsters in lakes, the serpent by land,
In Erin of saints, the hero slew.