And in the light bodies of birds
That north wind tumbles to and fro
And pinches among hail and snow?
That runner said: ‘I am from the south;
I run to Baile Honey-Mouth,
To tell him how the girl Aillinn
Rode from the country of her kin,
And old and young men rode with her:
For all that country had been astir
If anybody half as fair