There have come of the race of Connell
Some men who would have mourned thy downfall,
O, thou fair fortress of the smooth-clad nobles!
Manus O’Donnell’s noble mind,
Had he but heard of thy disasters,
O, fortress of the regal towers,
Would suffer deepest anguish for thee!
Could Hugh, the son of Hugh, behold
The desolation of thy once white walls,
How bitter, O, thou palace of the kings,