Below the great Ben Gulbin’s grassy height,
Of fairest knolls that lie beneath the sun
The valley winds. It’s streams did oft run red,
After a hunt by Finn and by the Feinn.
Listen now while I detail the loss
Of one a hero in this gentle band;
’Tis of Ben Gulbin and of generous Finn
And Mac O’Duine, in truth a piteous tale.
A mournful hunt indeed it was for Finn
When Mac O’Duine, he of the ruddiest hue,