If Fionn be lost, may he not be found
Till end the distant year!
But, Caoilte of the nimble feet,
Ye shall not want a chieftain meet;
In me, till Fionn’s fate be told,
The leader of your host behold!”
Although the Fenian bands were torn
With agony severe,
We burst into a laugh of scorn
Such arrogance to hear.