Till we have slain the word of wrong!
Come ye who deem the life of fear
On this last day hath drawn o'er near!
Come after me upon the road
That leadeth to the Erne's abode."
Down then he leapt from off the mound
And back drew they that were around
Till he was foremost of all those
Betwixt the river and the close.
And uprose shouts both glad and strong