From him has come this melancholy blow,
This demolition of thy walls and towers,
O, thou forsaken fortress o’er the Easky!
Yet was it not because he wished thee ill
That he thus left thee void and desolate;
The king of the successful tribe of Dalach
Did not destroy thee out of hatred.
The reason that he left thee as thou art
Was lest the black ferocious strangers
Should dare to dwell within thy walls,