Duncraggan’s milk-white bull they slew.”
MALISE.
“Ah! well the gallant brute I knew!
The choicest of the prey we had,
When swept our merry men Gallangad.[226]
His hide was snow, his horns were dark,
His red eye glow’d like fiery spark;
So fierce, so tameless, and so fleet,
Sore did he cumber our retreat,
And kept our stoutest kernes[227] in awe,