And thy good surgeon is thy chief, O’Donnell,
And thou thyself, thou art the prostrate patient
O, green-hued mansion of the race of Dalach!
With God’s will; and by God’s permission,
Thy beauty shall yet put to shame thy meanness,
Thy variegated courts shall be rebuilt
By that great Chief who laid thee low!
As Hugh Roe, king of the Connellians
Was he who laid thy speckled walls in ruins,
He will again renew thy greatness,