P5 Í353 
 
\ 
 
 WITH 
 
 BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES OF THE AUTHORS. 
 
 INTERLINEAR LITERAL TRANSLATIONS, 
 
 \ND HISTORICAL ILTJ.STRATIVE NOTES, 
 
 BY JOHN MLY; 
 
 TOGETHER WITH 
 
 METRICAL YERSIONS BY EDWÁRB WALSH. 
 
 " ?Vf ifeAÓ bA bUfbA, bA;ci)éArí>A, bA /^jo|i-liorhcA, 
 bA 0]lce, bA A^ce, bA cApAÓ a n/-b|ií5 bí9^3ttib ; 
 bA foAjsce, bA fijArsUlDe itACA^teAcb 5<^o]f-lA01ce, 
 Mf b-pt)AÓ *T 5lApAitineAC it>AllAt3ce 4v]t b-|:ío|t-r)Ain)bé.*' 
 
 Dot)CA& CaOC UA 2^AC5Ati)I)*. 
 
 THE IRISH LANGUAGf;, 
 Unlike the jargon of our Saxon foe, 
 
rX: 
 
 ^^ vv^i-V^ I O 
 
 TOX) " bfl)|*ÍT) í-UAC|tA&" ... ... ... 72 
 
 Return of Prince Charles (Translation) Air — 
 
 " bfunt) "Luaó|ia6" ... ... ••• 73 
 
 ^l) SeOCO. OojIAt) TluAÓ, flO ÓATJ . ... ... 80 
 
 The Lullaby, ( Translation) Original Air ... 81 
 Biographical Sketch of William HefFernan, (Ujl- 
 
 ll<vn) DaU) a Munster Poet of the last century 92 
 Cm\x)& t)a r)'5<)^o\6&-\\. U]ll]Árt) DaU, |ió cap. 
 
 Top — " Seiv5At) b\;6e" ... ... ... 96 
 
 SeivjjAt) bwióe, (Translation) ... ... 97 
 
 'b& tJ-é^tlO f. UjlllAm OaU, 11Ó CAT) ... 104 
 
 'be p'éi^l^ Í, (Translation) ... ... 105 
 
 lJ<xiU-5uic AD ^Voibr)]]-. UiUiAm DaU. iio cat?. 
 
 TFoi)— " 2t)AUAi5e beA3 !" ... ... 106 
 
 The Voice of Joy (Translation) ... ... .-^iO? 
 
 U|lliAiD DaU A5ur A13 C^lliuiri; Tot) — "buÁCAiU ^'^' 
 
 DA tp-bó fA 5irnlec" ... ... ... HO 
 
 The Bard and the Tailor ( Translation) ... Ill 
 
" Let the simple Songs of ouj' sires be tried, 
 
 'i'hey go to tliu, Le'^it : — and the Leiiil is all." — Farlcng. 
 
 Thk following' beautilVil Ode to the laiiguag-e tff 
 our country — the lang-uage that is dear to the 
 Irish heart, is the production oT sonife unknown 
 Bard; I trauscribed it from an Irish manu script, 
 very neatly written l^y a man named Philip 
 Fitzgubboii, between the >ears 1750 and '85, as 
 it b;?ars both dates respectively. i'itzgibboii 
 must have been a Kilkenny scribe, and, ,no 
 doubt, has left other remains behind, besides the 
 volume which came uuder my notice. Any per- 
 son possessing" such, would confer a fiivor by for- 
 warding- the same ; as the names of such men as 
 Philip Fitzg-ibbon, though now dead, should not 
 bi allowed to remain unnoticed. 
 
 To the same manuscript I am indebted for se- 
 veral beautiful and sublime Song-s, on the un- 
 happy state of jptTStcuiei/ Ireland. Many of these 
 ate from the pen of John Mac Donuell, a Cork 
 ]joet of much celebrity, who flourished early in 
 the eighteenth century, and better known by the 
 name of " Sea(jh(in Clarac/hi" to which I shall 
 give precedence in this work. 
 
 Since my lirst number w eiit to press, I have 
 been put in possession of an Irisli manuscript, 
 containing many excellent Jacobite songs, — the 
 joint production of Conor, and Denis O' Sullivan 
 of Killeen, in the County of Cork, or Kerry. 
 The book is in their own handw riting: and, from 
 its date, it would appear they w ere cotemporary 
 withSeaghanClaragh; besides, their songs breathe 
 the same patriotic spirit and fervent /eal in the 
 cause of their aflflicied countrA . --T'' ^-'^ T v»ill 
 lav before mv reader? in due loirrse. 
 
Jo bUift»a lei^reaji j nMfi. ceol: 
 &) c^u)-dt) h\\uit\ui bjD-Jujc beojl, 
 '^Uf ^)0\t ^u|i if)6jt a h-:iirjte^4l): 
 
 'Suv ce^ijiu t>o UiDjut t):ijn)e lii); 
 "OaiKu ]f Ceol, fe'^a^^il i)u c6j]l; 
 
 3V |MO)úe oitóD-i Cl.íji-luj|ic.> 
 t)-4 in!)e-4t> iij§úe C-Jiijof) foy, 
 
 l)-<i lV)i) vjolUijóe í)a J^ojóeil^e leo, 
 
 ^ijt^ caoji)-c|iuic ceojl, IV c.tjbleivis 
 'be^óvil^-^it)^ lél^ji) ^o i^ifóa fo|ac, 
 
 Juc ej^ve t)íol3 v-^t) xljiuf ií}6|i, 
 
 ^^ij^ nioUó uí) irjj 'v-i líMjú-'JDjoit), 
 1V ^ VlDVe^j^ ú(ieuíu ^jiojóe, 
 
 t)o íjeut) iMojui ojtt)^ xij^ e)Me :í]í)t> 
 
 le vuiótjjie^f, cóii)-4cua, jíé-jit7 If bjt)J ; 
 liióu leijji) faoj ttiojt cijcjieíir) v^i) ]i)%e-ácx, 
 If r|ieuí)-lac^, b'jbjjic t^aif^^jb: 
 
 %i ^ cló, 'f^ ^-céiU, c^ji I3euttl4 ci<*, 
 Sr^lic^óa ^aoó^l t)^ leu^at» t>o 3r)aú, 
 
 £)e4i)aóa)t)e4cr, i:e-a5av5 Ch\i)ofo, 
 IV t))-.it)aj(ijt>e T3é- ^o fém t)0 v)0|i 
 
 '^13 léj|t-nT3i)ju§aó 't) t)ljje í)e4iíir)^. 
 
 1 CIa|i-Liij|ic, a name given to Ireland from LAO^Ajite 
 <Lo[ic, who reigned for two years, A. M. 3J8G. This LAOjAipe 
 i-Oftc, who was the son of Hnginiy the Great, of the line of 
 Heremon, by Ce<X)-A|ii Cl)|iuC(,\c, danghter to the King- of 
 France, who only bore two sons to IIii<;ony, LaojahiC i-j-fic, 
 and CobcAc caoI n)b|ieA5. Ho was called La05a||ic Lofic, 
 from the word lure, i. e. murder; he ha\ing murdered Kohy 
 the Victori«»ui, and was afterwards shtin by his own brotker« 
 CobÍAC Civol Ji)l>]tCA5 at a [Umv called Diugreo, «u ibn 
 
AN ODE TO THE IRfSH LANGUAGE. 
 
 HrKHAL TUASSI.Ai lOS- 
 
 The Irish language is the neatest print, 
 
 It reads sweetly; like music. 
 
 It sings in sweet melodious strains: 
 
 And true, great is its circulation. 
 
 Tliere is no language on eartli,tho' great it maybe. 
 
 In taste or song, that it has not excelled. 
 
 And how justly poets speak to us, — 
 
 Poetry and music in it is truly found : 
 
 And the history of the great heroic King; 
 
 And the yaliant chiefs of Clar-Lxiirc. 
 
 Should the Kings of Ireland be again 
 Establish'd in the kingdom — w ith dignity crow n'd. 
 How sweet the Irish verse would be to them. 
 Or the gentle music of the harp, and backgammon. 
 Learned bards v,o\ú(\.hesumptxiously entertained 
 Exerting their poetic skill for them — 
 Each learned of them in the spacious hall, 
 Praising the King — and his good deeds. 
 And his ancestors^ — powerful and valiant. 
 In the Kingdom of Fodhla, — might}", 
 
 Ireland would have a o-olden age ajrain, 
 In wealth and power, — sway and strength, — 
 Learn'd men would have great sway in the kingdom: 
 And a mighty host — banishing the enemy- — 
 The Irish language would rise in high esteem. 
 In print and verse, — above all other languagen)— 
 The histories of the /r/iZt would be constantly read, 
 
 And the Divines of God with mildness 
 Constantly expounding the heavenly law. 
 
 banks of the BarrowJ Vid. Keating'' s Ireland, V^jI. L p. 351, 
 liulid(iij''s translation. Dab. 1811, 
 
 2 Ccjrr), elevation, dignity. Jleb. cum, to riso, stand. 
 
 o CAiFíío'ir, ^ backgammon table, the game of b;tckgam- 
 mon, with which the T^ai) amuseil themselves after the fatigue 
 of the (lay, whether of war, or the chace. 
 
 4 ?V]in&cr, of ^jiiiAcrAcr, snpremary, might, power, 
 bravervj courage. 
 
Author of the following; Sons;, better known 
 by the name o^ " ScagliaiiCiai'dfjh," ^y'>is born in, 
 or near Charleville, in the Connty of Cork, in 
 1691, and lived so late as 1750, when he pre- 
 sided at the Munster Bardic Session, lield at 
 Charleville, at that period. I cannot learn how 
 he assumed the cognomen '' Cfaiac/Ji ;'* but a 
 Mr. Mac Carty, from this b)cality, tells me-, 
 that the same respectable family are known, 
 this day, by that name; and John Mac Donnell, 
 Esq. of Charleville, who lived so late as 1836, 
 and is likely to live still, w as the last represent 
 tative of the family. Mr. Hardiman, in his " Irish 
 Minstrelsy," Vol. II. p. 116, states, that our 
 poet " was born in the year 1691, in O'Keefc's 
 Country, near Charleville;" and was known by 
 the name of '* ClaraqJi," from the residence of 
 his famil}^ which was situate at the foot of a 
 mountain of that name, betw een Charleville and 
 Mallow. — It now^ remains to be seen, how far 
 Mr.IIardiman's account is correct; as^'O'^cc/t^'s 
 Country,'' or CtilUli^ til C^iO\w, is twenty-two 
 miles from Charleville, and lies to the north-west 
 of Mill street, and south-west and west of New^- 
 market. In its irreeatst extent it includes the 
 IVilliamstown mountains, and *' C^aragJi,'* the 
 mountain alluded to by Mr. Hardiman, lies with- 
 in an English mile of Millstreet, and, conse- 
 qiiently, the same distance as O'Kccfc's Country, 
 from Charleville; and is the /ir.íí of a range of 
 mountains, that divides Sliahh Luachra, on the 
 south, from Ballyvourney. 
 
 By these remarks I do not mean to impugn 
 Mr. Hardiman's statement; my object is, to 
 try and bring the real history of this great and 
 good man before the public. Mr. O'Hallorau 
 speaks of him thus, in the Introduction to hjsj 
 
.5 
 
 History of Ireland. " IVli. ]M;u' Doiniell, a niaii- 
 of great erudition, and a prol'ound Irisli antiqua- 
 rian and poet, whose death I sensibly feel, and 
 from whom, when a boy, I learned the rudiments 
 of our lanouage, constantly kept up this custom, 
 (i. e. jHiblie Sessions of the poets, at stated times, 
 to exercise their g-enius). He had made valuable 
 collections, and was writing in his native tongue 
 ja history of Ireland ; but a long sickness pre- 
 Aented his iinisliing this work. He proposed to 
 some gentlemen in the county of Clare, to tran- 
 slate Homer into Irish, and, from the specimen 
 he gave, it w ould seem, that this prince of poets 
 w ould appear as respectable in a Gathelian as a 
 Greek dress. But the death of the late Mac 
 Namara put a stop to this attempt. This learned 
 and worthy man died in the year 1751, near 
 Charleville, and 1 have never since been able to 
 find how his papers were disposed of, though I 
 am told he left them to me. " 
 
 His Songs, like all others of the same period, 
 are of a high Jacobite character, and from the 
 able exposures of his pen, the enemies of his 
 race — the " Barcf-huntcrs" fixed upon him as an 
 object of persecution. — By his hasty retreats he 
 often saved his life, and now, his remains lie 
 interred in the old churchyard of Ballyslough, 
 near Charleville, where the following inscription 
 may be read on the flag that covers liim. 
 
 ^ Johannes Me Donald, cognominatus 
 Claragh, vir vere Catholicus, et quibus Unguis 
 ornatus, nempe Gra'ca, Latina et Hybernica: 
 non A^ulgaris Ingenii JPoeta, turnulatur ad hunc 
 Cippum. Obiit ^\tatis Anno 63, Salutis 1754. 
 Requiescat in pace. 
 
 I cannot now recollect any of our popular 
 Songs, to which the air of the following is 
 adapted; but the Irish singer will immediately 
 recognise it: 
 
6 
 
 ^i)si)W5 ^lt'v erne, 
 
 "Co fji) ^11 c-fiJ-13e<cU) f jle^ic fxiujfic, 
 
 )Y h-d §ile -4 ^(m-.it) í)á 'i)a íi-'^UUjióe. 
 Wií^ií^t coí)-4jic ), t>o Bjo:5;af |ut-i|*, 
 
 W)'jt frjijoc-ctl V), t)0 f^ein t'J udim, 
 
 if éjof 50 t>u-ij|íc t)'éi|* ttio v^-U^-^i^^* 
 t>|ie-4co^1§e^if <<i clot), ^ ^n-toj 'fa i^t)u^ó, 
 
 'S ^utt t)ib|iiot) 11U1ÚJ >4i) Ki§ b^ t)iuil 
 "Do t^t^-dc-c 4J5 f Udj^^^ijlr^lt^ -^ ce^xyn^ize, 
 
 'M-<t itl-bjt) i]n)d qiua$4ci uj^ ciiitrt)e -a 
 
 D'íilf jje^f t)Oi) c;-tHi^ó 3^11) líiojU itio IHuiift", 
 t)e4io &z]o^^)]iz YUdi]\c t)']wt)íe^iy w^p 
 
 5^1) t)íol -d riu^jjijr^_f jof ^)-i ftui>% ^ 
 ^l* j t)0 íHuiifedf r|ie í)->t beuUi)§e, 
 
 r)o Óiutojt lUui6,_'^uv ^jjliti ^o ceuiíuirfi; 
 50 rií^-í'^^^í*^ TllMD, 40)b}i), -f^tuin, 
 1|* ^tojDjll ntwó ]ie Zd0)d i)-t C|ui!^e; 
 
 1 C]iuA5Ac. 1 cannot say wliether this is tlie iuoi»er word 
 or not, as the MS. was obliterated: and thoiigli I give it, I am 
 of opinion it should be jinuxjAe. 
 
 2 S\^e, a fainj, or hoh goblin. teAi)An-V!3^% a familtftr 
 spirit. S^^e.jAOice, a ivhirlnind, iio called because supposed 
 to be raised by the fairies. Sj^o h]ioy^, or ri'^-^l^'S. fi'»»^ 
 
A VISION— ON IRELAND. 
 
 CY JOHN MAC DONNELL. 
 
 LI T Ell A L TRANSLATIOK, 
 
 Oiie night as I lay in deep repose. 
 
 And troubled by the wars, 
 
 A pleasant, airy, fairy Being 
 
 La} by my side, to make acquaintance. — 
 
 Slender was her waist, — her ilowing- locks lieavy, 
 
 Reaching the ground in graceful curls ; 
 
 Her hair w as blacker than the coal, — 
 
 And her neck was whiter than the swan. 
 
 Soon as I beheld her, I started up. 
 
 To enquire of her w here she was from ; 
 
 She answered not, but from me fled. 
 
 And I was sad after my historian. — 
 
 I beheld her shape, her countenance and mien. 
 
 Like a young queen, that was bewildered. 
 
 For the King being bauislied from her, whose 
 
 duty it was 
 To come and deliver her from afflictions. 
 
 And I arose upright and quick, 
 To make a general search after my girl, 
 About fairy hills, amid thronged hosts. 
 Where sorrowful women bewail their sor- 
 rows. 
 I told the hosts my grief w ithout delay. 
 How gentle Stuart's queen set off run- 
 ning, 
 And no tidings of her up or down. 
 But she moving through tlie highways. 
 
 I came to the mansion of Mac Lir, of the Cruaghs, 
 To the Red Branch ; and I came to Temor ; 
 To the fairy hills of Firinu, of gentle breezes. 
 And to Red Aoibhill, by the side of the rock. — 
 
 r3% a/'*"Vyj ^''^^ ^I^^3. <^ house ov mansion; hence, beowO 
 |-|3e, a she faitij, plur. ^r)i)4-)f\-^c, sln^. fairies, credulously 
 supposed to be so aOectcd to ceitalu t'ainilies, tliat lltey an» 
 heard to siii!^' monriiful lamentíítioiis about tlioir hoiisea by 
 ifi-jflit, wlieisever any oi" llie family lahuiiiií iiador a sickneí% 
 which i» likely to tcnuiaute ia dwuth. lu the luculit.y wher« 
 
8 
 
 le cloit)e-4it) t>o jié)§f e^t) i o J^Uujb ? 
 
 ^^1^ t>)bj]ic fMt)4-v>ujc* r)4 Iv^lUijóe? 
 t)o OUT) Y) 4 beol, D) t>út)^ ]iz v] 'f iti5, 
 
 Seo ^tjfif jubal inajt ceo ),r)0 itia^t f jje-^^^oju, 
 *S i))'l eut)C4f >í^6f ie raluijjio a ^-c6j|i', 
 
 I was born, a iiui^e' rock, in tlie sliape of a chair, overhung- a 
 livefj and on tliis chair, which had another stone, in tlie shape 
 of a ciishicvn, at the foot, tlie beAi)-||5e was repotted to be 
 seen seated, dressed in wliite, and wailing in hollow and 
 jiiournfLii strains, tlie approiichihi; dissolntion of any member 
 of the ancient families of the neigliboinhood ; and niany of tlie 
 peasantry would boldly assert liavin^ seen and heard iier. — Tlie 
 cliair, which went l)y the name of CACAO^|t t)A bAjobe, is to J:e 
 seen there still, as it was considered fatal to remove it. Tlie 
 owner of the land where this relic stood, a Mr. James Brown, 
 looked upon himself with no little importance, for being t!iif> 
 privileged above his respectable neighbours; and would often 
 say> that no families, who were not of a Milesian stock, were 
 to be favored with this fairy privilege. -^Many a pleasant hu!^r 
 I spent on this chair. 
 
 3 OaIIajB, This word, which I have translated S'tiran., 
 ViiS originally api»lied to the Gauls, a colony of whom, from 
 the coast of France, settled in Ireland, under LaBiia ho^ViT, 
 I^Acl), A. M. 3GS2— (O'Flaherty's Ogi/ghf, Part III. c. xxxix. 
 p. 2fi2.) In the course of time, it came to signify any fitreign 
 invadersj but u<iial!v the Danes and Nonref^ians, in our Iri^li 
 Anna!*. The Irish of tlie present day apply the term to the 
 English, whom they call CUf)i)A OaU, as well as SA5fA')Al5, 
 (Saxons) having no other v/ord to designate more emphatically 
 tlve enemies of their lacrt nud op[)ressors of their country. 
 
 4 T]At)A-iMiic, I have translated fi/ranls, which I believe to 
 be the general acceptation of the word, whenever it occurs in 
 our old Songi, ptrtioidurly those of this period. According to 
 Dr. O'Brien, the Irish lexicographer, PjAOA, means savage, 
 lord, and pi'p^, the pliir. of yoc, huck-gont ; ro that pjaSa- 
 fmic, tnight be translated hncksoine^ faf, ii/runniial lard'ordf, 
 and surely the poetic alluriion is to the lords of the soil. 
 
9 
 
 At Aoivill's rocks* no more she mocks 
 The ear and eye that long pursu'd her — 
 
 I list her tale of the chainless Gael — 
 The slaughter of the fierce intruder ! 
 
 " Say, O say, thou being bright ! 
 
 When shall the land from slavery waken ? 
 When shall proud Stuart claim his right, 
 
 And tyrant hearts be terror- shaken ?" 
 She gives no sign — the form divine 
 
 Pass'd like the winds by fairies woken ! 
 The future holds in Time's dark folds, 
 
 The despot's chain of bondage broken ! 
 
 At the suggestion of some friends I have altered my original 
 plan, in order to facilitate the reading of the Songs to those 
 who do not understand the Irish language ; and, in the present 
 number, is given an interlinear translation on the Hamiltonian 
 system, from which I shall not depart in future. A second 
 edition of the second number will shortly appear in this form, 
 and, as the literal translation, which accompanied that num- 
 ber is now dispensed with, I have engaged Mr. Edward Walsh, 
 a writer thoroughly conversant with the legends and manners 
 of the peasantry of the South of Ireland, and a principal con- 
 tributor to the " Nation Newspaper," to furnish the metrical 
 version which now appears, as well as that which will appear 
 hereafter ; thus making my penny publication suit the views 
 and wishes of the community. 
 
 The patriotic little melody which appears on the next page 
 claims precedence. The poet personifies a struggling farmer, 
 or, to use a common phrase, " one who has been wrestling with 
 the world," plagued by the moans of a star ving_ family, which 
 he can neither feed nor clothe, from the exorbitant demands 
 of an unjust and oppressive landlord, as the reader will easily 
 perceive. He also brings before us a picture of the spoliation 
 and ruin of our unhappy country, and characterizes the rude 
 barbarian adventurers that from time to time made predatory 
 incursions into Ireland ; and shews with what intrepidity they 
 were repulsed by bands of Irish heroes united. The Song is 
 written to that beautiful and well-known air, the "SAbAiT) 
 SexNl h'AX), which I shall have great pleasure in laying before 
 my readers in a future number. 
 
 I have to thank P. F. White, Esq. Illustrator of the Bards 
 and Ancient Music of Ireland, Wexford; Messrs. Michael 
 O'Sullivan, and Martin Griffith, Kilrush, County Clare ; for the 
 valuable collection of manuscript Songs they have sent me, 
 from which I shall make selections for my next number. 
 
 * Celebrated fairy haunts. 
 
/y 
 
 10 
 Se^J^t) ClSp-dcVi, p6 CAT). 
 
 Y^ol-com^ fí6)|t-í)ej]t^ le f v;r)exitfi, 
 O'éjmíó -^é- cotfiji^c ^^i) tnif r)e^c 5 
 
 %<z^i ^T).f Ó1J ^)]t mo mv;|te^íí, 
 'S ^ T) ujU)r) ^^T) e^D4c f Ui) : 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^ f& &0 le5t)Ai6 ttjo cun^Af 
 'Tis he that wounded inj power 
 
 Ui) boij<\||ie piA8A-puic pi^SAit) 
 The footman hunting-folk wandering- 
 
 Oo le^rt) CAjx ceoimif) bo cuiitia]c 
 Did leap over bounds did push 
 
 i-e A|t n^iUeAS le cjat) ad idA^a 
 By whom wasted for long time the plain 
 
 ' boi)AlTte, a footman, or, one who has been constantly travelling 
 on foot, as the word 1:^5 <\^r), (wandei-ingj would indicate. 
 
 "^ 1F|A6A-pv]C, tyrants. I am told that the literal translation is 
 hunting-folk, from Priest-hunting, or Bard-hunting; but the general 
 acceptation of the word is tyrants. 
 
 ^ yAol-COtP, wild-dogs, blood- hounds ; means also brave warriors 
 which is that intended by the poet. 
 
 '' CoftAlb, a pair ; perhaps his wife and child. 
 
 ^ Tu]Clt), (from ^U|C, rags of cloth,) covering, heat, shelter. 
 
 *'Cu]r)5|H, (from cuiDj, a yoke,) a pair of horses, or oxen. 
 Ta cu|t)5 t)A t)5a11 &ÍV b]íú-^AÓ 50 ceAp. 
 Under Saxon yoke severely gored. 
 
 ^ T^f) growth, increase. 
 
11 
 
 THE CRUEL BASE-BORN TYRANT. 
 
 (a JACOBITE RELIC,) 
 
 Closely translated from the Irish. 
 What withered the pride of my vigour ? 
 
 The lowly-sprung tyrant train 
 That rule all our border with rigour, 
 
 And ravage the fruitful plain — 
 Yet once when the war-trumpet's rattle 
 
 Arous'd the wild clansman's wrath, 
 They, heartless, abandon'd the battle, 
 
 And fled the fierce foeman's path ! 
 
 The loved ones my life would have nourish'd 
 Are foodless, and bare, and cold — 
 
 My flocks by their fountain that flourish'd, 
 Decay on the mountain wold — * 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 TaoI-coid póiii-neiítc le ^\x]x)eo.ú) 
 Wild-dogs oppressive with vigour 
 
 Cvi|i bftire^o Ai|t Ó t|ti<xll A 50ivcAir 
 
 Did break on (him) from design his custom 
 
 Do ^]XY)\6 r^ compile 5At) n)t|*t)eAc 
 Did quit he conflict without courage 
 
 Usur bo itT)C]5 o T^|At) A i)ivri)Aib 
 
 And did evade from track (of) his enemies. 
 
 UcA xx)0 có(tÁib 5Ar) |:vc|t) 
 Are my pair without shelter 
 
 ^3ur mo cuir)3i|i 5Ar) ^eu|i tjao p^j- 
 And my yoke without grass without increase (growth) 
 
 ?VcA Ai)-fó|5 AT|t njo rt)u|tteA|i 
 Are misery on my family 
 
 ^Vju]" A i)-utIIi9 5At) éAbAC fl^IJ 
 And their elbows without clothes sound 
 
 * Wuld, signifies a plain open country, from the Saxon polb, a 
 plain and a place without wood. Gibson's Camden. 
 
Ií2 
 %zÁ ^t) cóifi' ^ift tno tiiulUc, 
 
 'S 'zÁ tt)0 lj|t6^xi-|*^ btiJi^t)e, 
 
 'S ^ujt oftéi^ xm tnoji-cvrt) t)e4§-cuni4in, 
 
 Jo D-c)oc^4t> ^í) l^oc ú^ti i^iljr ; 
 Do ttéjj^e^t) foMxi ^o 1vv5le, 
 5 Cujic^c^lB t>40ii at) ^ititt. 
 
 
 INTEKLINEAB TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^VrA AT) colli A^jt n)0 TbullAC 
 
 Are the pursuers on my top (of my head) 
 
 '5o T1)11)1C O CÍ5eA|tT)A At) iTiv^c 
 
 Very often from lord (of) the state 
 
 ^511]- ACÍV njo bfiosA-i^A b|tt|-be 
 And are my shoes own broken 
 
 'A5Uf 3At) piT)51t) bÁ bpÍACAÓ All) liVftT). 
 
 And without penny of (their) debts in (my) hand. 
 
 It* létt* ■<'^ i)z;leo cuoic ;^u|t cuiceAbA|i 
 
 'Tis manifest in (the) fight (of the) hills that they fell 
 
 SiollAi|t[6e c|teut) Ai|t lA.|t 
 
 Clans brave on middle (on the ground) 
 
 - S]ollAl|lí8e, clans, 2/0 idhs, saplings. 
 
O 
 
 Misfortune my temper Is trying ; 
 
 This raiment no shelter yields— 
 And chief o'er my evils undying, 
 
 The tyrant that rules my fields ! 
 
 Alas ! on the red hill where perish'd 
 
 The offspring of heroes proud, 
 The virtues our forefathers cherish'd, 
 
 Lie pall'd in their blood-stain'd shroud ! 
 And O 1 for one hero avenger, 
 
 With aid o'er the heaving main, 
 To sweep from Clar-Fodhla the stranger, 
 
 And sever his bondage chain ! 
 
 MAC AN CHEANAIGHE. 
 
 (a JACOBITE RELIC.) 
 
 Translated from the Irish. 
 
 A vision bless'd my eyes erewhile, 
 Revealing scenes sublime and airy ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 And that forsook us great share (of) good fellowship 
 
 Courage and protection and love 
 
 bA r^lbni rór le 1^13 Kleiti^e 
 
 Perhaps yet by King (of) Heaven 
 5o bcioc^'AO At) Uoc cA|t fiv^le 
 
 Will come the hero over (the) sea 
 Do |iéi5t;eAD TobU 50 Ijuile 
 Will free Fodhla all over 
 
 Cu|lCACAlb bAOIt At) A1]t|l. 
 
 From Turks guilty (of) the slaughter. 
 
 ^,|-l|D5 ^-AOt) bo oeAjtcAr fé^t) Aiti 
 Vision empty did behold 1 (self) on 
 LeAbAb A5ur ti)e 50 Us-bfttseAC 
 Bed and I very feeble 
 
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 ^ com b^ c^ol, 'f ^ iti^ilj^e ; 
 le t)'io^|t^)|* ?0^c AV) C})e^v^]%e.' 
 
 %^ beol b^ Vm,jd ceól b^ c^oit), Y 
 
 UÓ-fe-dpc líf) 4T) C^lljí) ; 
 
 ?í?o cvil^OT) i:-|*e^r)^, Y íiio lje-4r)-§40ióeil. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Ui) AinplTi fél"> ^30 o^í^ ^A Airjiti) éi|te 
 
 The damsel mild whose name (was^(Eire) 
 
 ?^5 ceAcb An) 5A0|t Ai]t n?A|tc<\i5eAcb 
 Approaching me near on horseback (riding) 
 
 ^ TÚile 5Uf Á cúl Club CA]"&A 
 
 Her eyes green (blue) her head (hair) thick twisted (curling) 
 
 ^ córt) bA cAol AJUT* a rDAilfse 
 Her waist so slender and her eyebrows 
 
 Da rbuj6eATt) 30 \iA}h A5 cj^eAcb p* ^A^t 
 Proclaiming there was coming nigh her 
 
 ^ St^AC AD CeAr)At5e, a poetical allegory for the king of Spain, 
 from whom the Irish expected aid to shake off the Saxon yoke, 
 
 ^ Ta fii|fcib JaU, a metaphor taken from threshing corn, shew- 
 ing that the Irish were so severely bruised under the tyrannical lash 
 of the Saxon, as the straw is beneath the flail of the thresher. 
 
 ^ SpjieAf, iviihered, diminutive. By this passage the poet im- 
 plies that this kingdom would be reduced to such a state of misery 
 and ruin, as not to be worth fighting for, when the expected aid 
 would arrive. 
 
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 The genius of green Erin's isle, 
 
 Stood by my couch, a gorgeous fairy — 
 
 Her blue eyes' glow, her ringlets' flow, 
 And pure, pale brow exceeding any. 
 
 Proclaimed, with pride, that at her side 
 
 Would sit, her true-love, 9X)^c Atj CbeAiJAjge. 
 
 Her voice is sweetest music's sound 
 
 To us who for her love are dying : 
 Proud spouse of Brian, conquest-crown'd, 
 
 I mourn the doom that leaves thee sighing ! 
 \^ hen Saxon might assails thy right, 
 
 I dread, fair queen, belov'd of many. 
 That o'er thy brow dark sorrow's plough 
 
 Shall come, ere cometh 2I)ac aj) CljeAijAjje Í 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 With diligence Son (of) the Merchant. 
 
 ^ beól bA bfi) A ceol bA cao)i) Ajuf 
 
 Her mouth so melodious her music (voice) so mild and 
 
 nó-feA|tc If^ at) CAllfl) 
 Very love with us the girl 
 
 Cé^le l!)|i|Ait) bo A|t 3éill]ó At) ^jAt) 
 Spouse (of) Bryan to whom yielded the hosts (armies) 
 
 2^0 léi|t-citeAC 6iAt) A l)AtC|& 
 My open woe severe her disease 
 
 Ta fúifcib 5aII bA b|tÚ5A6 30 ce<\t) 
 Under flails Saxon pressing her fiercely 
 
 2J3o cúilp]Ot) cyeAV)-^ ^5111* njo beAD-5A0]Óeil 
 My fair one slender and my kins-woman 
 
 be^o 1*1 io!)A fp|ieA|* Ai) |tí5-beAt) ÓeAf 
 Will she be. withered the princess beautiful 
 
 3o bpill^*i& 2t3AC At) Cl)eAi)Ai5e. 
 Till returns Son (of) the Merchant. 
 
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 W^ cé^t)c^ 'zS ^ b-péjF) t>o JjtáD, le 
 
 Dft^^^jí) líotriú^, jf ^^if ^íójcc : 
 
 Wí'l t^^eriom r^^^, ^e z)ie4icz 'v^ ^^tt, 
 
 Cor)T) ^t* '^iíí;:, b^t lófjtfi^jt pe^cz 
 t>^ ^ó§Uc ^Uic ^ rjp.e.úc^)t)e-dcz : 
 
 50 t)-cioc)í^t> Se^§,4T) z^\i zom ^j^é-it), 
 It* líi^^ tti^c céir), ^r) ^e^jt ^t^ojée ; 
 
 INTEKLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Hundreds are in pain of love with 
 
 5eu|t-feA|tc rivri) bA CT)eif njín 
 
 Sharp affection tranquil to (her) skin smooth 
 
 Cl<vr)r)A M^ce tijaca SD^leAO 
 Sons (of) kings sons (of) Milesius 
 
 CitA3oir) líorÍ7CA A5ur 5A]r3l6]cc 
 Dragons polished and champions 
 
 5núir joi^A sHAoi uf ri^úrsiAt) ri 
 
 Frown in her countenance not awakens she 
 
 ^3"r CÍ5 búbAc |:íi V^íoV ^^ CAilft) 
 And Cometh sorrowful under fatigue the girl 
 
 M] bpu^l |íAefiort) |*eAl le cfseACb ior)A ^Ati 
 Not had ease a-while to come her nigh 
 
 "do bpíllpjó 213<NC At) CbeAHAise. 
 Till returns Son (of) the Blerchant. 
 
17 
 
 Myriads languish for her love, 
 
 And burn to clasp her form of beauty — 
 For her have kings and heroes strove. 
 
 Rivals high in love and duty — 
 But joy's bright trace ne'er lights her face. 
 
 She fears her foemen fierce and many ; 
 No hope-fraught ray to cheer her way, 
 
 Will come, till cometh 2l3<xc At) C\)eAX)A]^e. 
 
 " My brethren," said the beauteous maid, 
 
 " Were kings supreme and chiefs of glory, 
 Conn of the blood-red battle blade, 
 
 And Art, the theme of ancient story. 
 And o'er the deep, where tall barks leap, 
 
 Shall heroes come renown'd and many." 
 Alas the day ! — thy charms' decay 
 
 Shall come, ere cometh 21)ac aii Cf)e<\r)<vj5e. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 U búbAi|tc Aiifr At) ói5-beÁf) riífo 5U|t 
 
 Said again the youthful-woman smooth that 
 
 Siu|t i)A ttí5ce cleACb ff 
 
 Niece (to) the kings practised she 
 
 CorjO A5uf ?V|ic bA lo^rbAti neAcb 
 Conn and Art whose powerful laws 
 
 bA f:ó5lAc jIa^c a T)5leACAióeAcc 
 Whose destructive hand in combat 
 
 '5o b-cTOcpAO Seiv3At) cA]t có|t) Ai5&]t) 
 Till comes John across ocean deep 
 
 '^■^uy ^y-sh tt)<^c Ce^r) at) ^caji 5ito|8e 
 And Lughadh son (of) Cein the man mighty 
 
 be^t) ]•'] ion<v rpT^eAf 3At) lniá^ ^^ i:eAit 
 Will she be withered without espousing with man 
 
 "do hv]\l-\:]b 2t)Ac Ai) CbeADAije. 
 
 Till returns Son (of) the Merchant. 
 
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 nut) t)^|t ett^^ t)0 cle^ct) f Í ; 
 
 hifp tpu^^ le cÁcVi -<x ce^Yt)Yj^e : 
 ^i)|t clot* trio Juú<dt) 'B-^iO^uv t)j, 
 
 "Do Bjo^ ^ c|i6jt)e Y ^C) f ^jie^t) ti ; 
 'S t)'é^loit) .<iT) Z'^i)^iv t)'4or)-f>ti6lb ^if ce, 
 
 ^0 Ieut)-t*4 ! 'f) 13extr) ^o r)e)in-tnb]t)-^e-dc. 
 
 e-)j>t))^ le 'tn ^lojtúa xi it)6]i-flioct> ?í;iléf )Uf , 
 X>UY tridfe b4 ©eonac tno f ^eol t>o t^^^Ji^e ; 
 t)újt f^ojce ce leoD^ó, Bu|i^ leotfi^ji)- Y ^w]t 
 l^ocji^ó, 
 
 INTERLINEAU TRANSLATION. 
 
 ?V feiibAjic-fA léi A]|t clo|* A I'Se]! 31111 
 Said I to her on hearing her tale that 
 
 Uui) t)'^]^ ^»5 t)o cleAÓb y] 
 Secret not perished did practice she 
 
 Cii<vi6 boi) Sp<vir)5 ajuj* t:uA]|t |*f bisf 
 Went to Spain and she died 
 
 Mfoit cttuivj le civcb <v ceA]*T)A]5e 
 Not pitied by others her afflictions 
 
 ^ núi) x)'A]\r eux, ! I project inhich fails noi ; or, in other words, 
 her going to Spain will eventually be the means of restoring her to 
 the possession of her kingdom ; but her dying, and few pitying her 
 complaints, shew her fruitless expectations (the Annada excepted) 
 of succour from that quarter. 
 
 1 This sublime song is a poetic translation of an article which ap- 
 peared in a newspaper in 1744, relative to the difficulties England 
 sustained at that period from foreign powers; and, for the better 
 understanding of the song, I would refer the reader to some diffuse 
 history of the period. 
 
 ^ Leórb<V|Oj lions, allegorically used by poets to mean the bravest 
 of their lieroes — the lion being the fiercest of the tribes of the forest. 
 
19 
 
 " Thei-e's g'lory for thy future day. 
 
 The banner green shall yet be flying," 
 I cried — but neath the vision's sway, 
 
 In distant Spain I saw her dying ! 
 As burst my cry, she gave reply, 
 
 One shriek the wildest far of any — 
 INIy bitter grief found no relief, 
 
 Till fled thy keener, 2Dac At) CI)eA0<\|5e. 
 
 THE PERIL OF BRITAIN. 
 
 Ye oflspring of heroes through centuries olden, 
 
 Lend an ear to the tale which the muse hath unfolden- 
 
 Though landless your nobles — your chiefs lion-hearted, 
 From fair Inis-Fodhla for ever are parted — 
 
 INTERLINEAK TRANSliATION. 
 
 ?^]]i cloj* n)0 5UCAÓ A bpo5u|^ &] 
 On hearing my voice nigh to her 
 
 Oo bi05 A cttó|óe A5uf' bo f^itCAb fi 
 Did start her heart and did shriek she 
 
 ?\.5u|* bo eAlo^b At) c-At)An) feo A0t)-p|teib A.\xze 
 And did steal the soul of one-bounce out of her 
 
 213o leuT)-rA ! Ai) beAt; 30 i)ém)-rt)bf»í5eAC. 
 My woe ! the woman powerless. 
 
 éir&15 le Alt) 5ló|tcA A ttioii-flfocft 9^il^n"r 
 
 Listen to my words you noble-posterity (of) Milesius 
 
 buf bib|*e bA óeot)Ac n)o ]*5eol bo fjA^pe 
 'Tis to you I am willing my tale to utifold 
 
 brn ]*Aoice ce leot)A6 bajt le65Ait) A5ur buji Iaoo^ao 
 Your chiefs tho' wounded your lions and your heroes 
 
 U 75-CltiOC Jull'-pOblA JAl) fob 5At) TieA|tAI) 
 
 In the kingdom (of) Inis-Fail without sod without inheritance 
 
'S r)i r^ijie t)0 tvíUe i>Á f:v;tte^r) tt)^'>* f jott ; 
 'S t))r)-§e^|tt^-dt> t>|t6t4t) ^^c 16 le ^At)^ ; 
 
 t)e)t> c\íirit)e 30 feeo ^c^ -^iitv Jleo C^|tí;^^ér)^t, 
 'S A)\i j^job^ó ó-á -^eoli^^. ^o p6\iz Seb)^f u^t). 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Is the goal with Philip on sea and on land 
 
 ^511]* i)i c^ifte 60 cuiUe 6^ frunieAt) rt^iv]- pfojt 
 
 And not worse to others of (his) party if true 
 
 There will terror and heart-rending have on (the) hordes 
 
 of oppression 
 
 ^ju]* b)05AlcA|* Ai) C6tt)AccAi5 5AC I0 ÓÍV leA5A6 
 And vengeance (of) the Almighty each day laying them low 
 
 There is oppression and force bustle and blowing 
 
 TolliyeAC, hrigands. 
 
21 
 
 There's Philip victorious o'er wide earth and wave ; 
 
 His allies death-dealing', unsheathed the glaive ; 
 Wild havoc and ruin shall seize the oppressor, 
 
 And God's red right arm shall be Erin's redresser ! 
 
 Whole armies are banded, and heaven their protector. 
 
 To scourge the vile soldiers of George the Elector ; 
 By the wrath of the Lord, o'er the wild billow driven, 
 
 His fleets seek their harbours, all shatter'd and riven ! 
 His thousands that march'd to a far, foreign shore, 
 
 Have pil'd the sad fields of defeat in their gore ; 
 Carthagena's dire day gave his brave a red pillow. 
 
 And his sails sought Sebastian, in vain, o'er the billow ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 And severe-cutting (of) bowels each day this long time 
 
 ^5 T')\^-'51^^^^^ Seo^fife 50 c[teofiAÓ ^ax) c]i<\oóaó 
 Constantly whipping George most active without cessation 
 
 ?VcAAr) ^Ifc bft]|*&e bfieoióce A5ufni bpvilpóicjtjo aco 
 The fleet (are) broken sickly and not relief have they 
 
 ?Vd roéjb I'll) i)^ bpuiiteAi) bo ]n)t-\^ a 5C]Ay 
 The number that their troops did went afar off 
 
 )f léfit t)ív|i lenjeAÓ aoi) buio© aca v\<s\i 
 'Tis manifest not permitted any man of them back (the west) 
 
 iDe^o c\irbt)e 50 beo aca a^ji 5leo CAiiCAjetjA 
 Will remember for ever they on battle (of) Carthagena 
 
 ^jttl' ATji ]-liobA6 bit ]"eolcA 50 p5[ic SebíAfrAi^ 
 
 And on hoisting their sails for (the) port (of) Sebastian 
 
22 
 
 T^ Céi1?)r)-liuneft' ^-dt) cutti^f , ^^r) cftjc, 
 U^ Sji^jljbe cv,tte-at) <vt) bjilf exit) ^ijv -a bv;t>lT); 
 
 Sjr) cojóce t^lioct) le6polt> f^a ceo í)-<í m^tl- 
 l^cz. 
 
 'ZÁ Wov'cem^]i^ tnoító^ ^o z\ieop<ic, ^3 ré^iit- 
 
 le ceÍT)ri13, le c6)|tr)e^c, le róftni^c, le zpéme, 
 le f^0K)d, le floj^ciB, le : eolc^ib c^é^ ; 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ?Vcív bAbA|ii<\ c6ri)AcbAC a 5Coii5]t) A5U}* a 5CéttD]b 
 Is Bavaria mighty in crown and in dignity 
 
 U T)-|rop)tte y-A t^-Oottvip fm TS®*'^ '5^1^ njeAf a6 
 Their emperor in Europe that tale not expected 
 
 ^5 rutjeACAt) A fl5]5ce aj b5|tbAib bieu-ijA 
 Encamping his hosts at borders (of) Vienna 
 
 ?Vciv At? fifg-bgt) 50 beo^-pl]uc T A17 cói|t bí^ cAt^AO 
 Is the queen in tears and the pursuers are routiugher 
 
 ^ Cé]b|l9-bulle|t, Count KhevenhuUer ; a distinguished Austrian 
 general who took a conspicuous part in this campaign. 
 
 ^ 2l)oT)cet1)A[l, Duke de MonUmar, who commanded the Spanish 
 army assembled at Rimini, and being joined by the Neapolitan 
 forces, amounted to sixty thousand men, furnished with a large 
 train of artillery, but sickness and desertion made him afterwards 
 run into Naples, where he was followed by the king of Sardinia, as 
 far as Rimini, when he resigned his commission to Count Gages. 
 
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 Bavaria is mighty in greatness and glory, 
 
 The Sultan's in Europe — who'll credit the story ? 
 Vienna's proud ramparts his horsemen beleaguer, 
 
 Its empress is tearful, — its foeman is eager. 
 Khevenhuller exiled has from Sicily fled ; 
 
 Fierce war crush'd his power — his bandits are dead. 
 Silesia knows Prussia and Poland's infliction ; 
 
 And Leopold ! thy race feel the Lord's malediction i 
 
 De Montemar proud to the field is advancing 
 
 With lion-like leaders, with long lances glancing, 
 
 With fire and fierce slaughter, with Mars' mighty thunder. 
 With war's meetest music, with hosts without number — 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^cív Céibtr)-b»Ue|t 5AI) cunjA)- 5AI) oixfc 
 is Kheven-huller without power without country 
 
 ^5 ^4ri^'^^ cuijteAÓ At) bit]|-eA6 A]]t a buíótt) 
 At Sicily sent the destruction on his troops 
 
 ?Vc^ Piiu|*-]-fA A3U|- PóUnb A bpóftcAib S(íefiA 
 Are Prussians and Poles in the ports (of) Silesia 
 
 S|i) coióce i-l^ocO Leopolb ^ao] ce5 i?a tdaUacc. 
 Then for ever (the) race (of) Leopold under mist of malediction. 
 
 ?Vr<x 9X}or)zetnA]i ttjóftÓA 30 c|teofiAC A5 cé'AittjArt) 
 Is Montemar noble actively approaching 
 
 '5o UioreAc 30 IsorrjADbA 50 loi)rbAit UfpAii 
 With spears lion like powerfwl glittering 
 
 ie ceroqb le cófTti)eAc le cóftnjAC le cfie^ije 
 With lightning with thunder with increase with power 
 
 ^e r<^oic]b le r^ó)3qb le ceólcAib caca 
 With nobles with hosts with music (for) battle 
 
24 
 
 p|te^b^t> : 
 Sir) c\i]c ^)|t tno ^^eolr^, Y ^^i^ ^r) b|i6t) 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Mantua and Milan ai-e flooded (full) of his troops 
 
 iVjuT CuvCAioise A5 zu]Z]n) cnrt) P]l]h ^ai) rnó]\l 
 And Tuscany falling to Philip without delay 
 
 And Charles brave king- formal in Naples 
 
 b<\ 5t)iorbAC A i)5leo-ci)o]c a 5-c5ii)Ai|tle a t)-ACAft 
 So active in battle in council of the father 
 
 ^cív LAOTf-eAc DA lóóii<\^ 50 leórbAr)-rbiUeAc léijteAC 
 Is Louis (of) the torches lion-killing- destructive 
 
 3o h\é6]o\.l'AC boj-bjiifbe a yboccui* &Alt)5]ot) 
 Diligently un-broken in hope firm 
 
25 
 
 All Mantua and Milan his mandates obey ; 
 
 And Tuscany crouches to Philip's high sway, 
 And Naples hath yielded to Charles the glorious, 
 
 Prince sage in the council — in battle victorious. 
 
 The torch -tossing Louis — .a lion in danger, 
 
 Sagacious, unshaken, to terror a stranger, 
 The fierce Gaul has led to the gates of Hanover ; 
 
 His heel crushes Holland — its glory is over ! 
 And now, while unsheathing his far-flashing brand, 
 
 Fell carnage, dark demon, starts forth at his hand ; 
 And George is the game the wild war-hound's pursuing ; 
 
 There's an end to my theme — to the Saxon red ruin ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^^uy A tiíuit)cí]t le í)ói|t|*e b-^»)óbe|i c^^uy b|t<xbAr)c 
 And his people at the doors (of) Hanover and Brabant 
 
 ?ic<v cuit)5 Aifi ])-^Uor)b A5YI' nf leorb^v^pib p|teAbA6 
 Is yoke on Holland and not attempt starting 
 
 ^cív fe ^vo]X ollAtT) A5 t)ocb<v t)<\ Iaú 
 Is he now ready unsheathing the swords 
 
 be^t) civitrjA Aju]- cofTjAiftc ^"^ny C05A6 io!)a 'S-c]ox) 
 Will be carnage and cutting and war with them 
 
 OiK fiije le Seoi|vfe 3<m) ]ió-ciiiit|ift a nél'Jnoc c 
 Dealing with George without weariness together 
 
 S]x) c\i)c c^]\in)0 y-^eolc^ T beje at) bftóó A^t IJiieACAjO 
 Is end on my tales and will be the sorrow on Britain. 
 
 5 
 
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 7^v;t)iit) cum ^ot).if)ic t)é r)^ '^-cóth^cz, 
 Jo t)-uíje^t) ttio l,40c ^^T) 13^05^1 beoó. 
 ! tno Uoc, tno ^ile, tti'^e^m 
 0\ mo J^oó^l, tno ple, m'^e^^t ; 
 
 cu^jtí» ^ ^cé)T) mo Jile, m'fre^^t ! 
 D^ ttie-<tfi í fvil p^Y tf)vífit)e^c Beoó, 
 
 ! tno l^oc, ic. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Not proclaim self who is my dear (treasure) 
 
 bep ii)ri^) r5^!^ 1o'7<^ *^^13 S^' leoji 
 Will be relating tales after him many 
 
 '5ui6itr> curt} Aor)-tt)tc Oé da 5-córt)<\cc 
 
 I pray to only Son (of) God (of) the powers 
 
 3o bcí5eAÓ rt}0 l<\oc 5AI) bA05<sl beóó 
 Doth come my hero without danger alive 
 
 1 I have transcribed this and the following Song from a manu- 
 script colieciiou made by Conor O'SuUivan, a Munster poet, and a 
 cotemporary of SeiX5<M) Clik-ttAcb. '^^^^ *^^^^ ^f the manuscript 
 (which is now in my possession,) is 1754, and it contains many 
 beautiful songs, the joint production of the writer and a brother 
 bard, named Denis O'SuUivan. The present Song is intended as the 
 lamentation of an Albanian lady for her cTZ/fd spouse, ní5 SeA^tlui'. 
 It is written to the air of the White Cockade, and from the high 
 poetic talent of the writer CoijcúbAit »<>* SúilliobíviD, whose 
 effusions shall see the light in a future number, I consider the version 
 quite correct. — J. Daly. 
 
27 
 
 THE LADY OF ALBANY'S LAMENT FOR KING 
 
 CHARLES. 
 
 I'll not reveal my true love's name ; 
 
 Betimes 'twill swell the voice of fame — 
 
 But, O ! may heaven, my grief to quell, 
 
 Restore the hero safe and well ! 
 
 My hero brave, ma ghile, m'fhear,* 
 My kindred love, ma ghile, rrifhear; 
 What wringing woes my bosom knows, 
 Since cross'd the seas via ghile, vi'fhcar ! 
 
 His glancing eyes I may compare 
 To diamond dews on rose-buds i*are — 
 And love and valour brighten o'er 
 The features of my bosom's store ! 
 My hero brave, &c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 0! ii7ol<\ocn70 5ile ti}o f:e<\tt 
 Alas ! my hero my brightest my spouse (husband) 
 
 ! iDO 5ao6aI mo 5ile xx)o veA]i 
 Alas ! my kin my brightest my spouse 
 
 ?Xoi) cfUAr) curt) x'e'\x) Di b|iuAitieAr péin 
 One repose to prosperity not I found self 
 
 cu<vi6 A 5CéiD n)o 5ile xx)0 feAji. 
 Since went afar my brightest my spouse. 
 
 t)A lijeAji 1 full sUy rt}úi|toeAC beó8 
 Was quick his eye blue cheerful alive 
 
 ?V||V ÓAÍC At) b|tÚCCA A 5C1umA]f AD jtÓf 
 
 On colour the dew in edge the rose 
 
 Uciv 2C<V|t]- Ajur Cúpib 50 ])úmAl A 3cl5&b 
 Are Mars and Cupid pliant in variety 
 
 U bpeAiii-Áin úji A5ur A D5t)úir n)o ]*cótv 
 In person tender and in countenance my dear 
 
 ! rx)0 Iaoc, ic. 
 Alas ! my hero, &c. 
 
 * The English reader will pronounce the Irish here as if written 
 
 via yilli mar. 
 
28 
 
 t)')n)ú)§ u^if^e -4r) bu-4c<diU beo ! 
 ! nio l^oc, ic. 
 
 ^5 b|ti|*e^ó cjtojóe Y -^^ ^^oi t)^ T)-t>e6tt^ ! 
 
 ! mo tdoc, ic. 
 
 bfvom ! 
 
 ! tno l^oc, ic 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Mf l<\bív|ic<v A1J óuAc 50 fVA]]tc GAn^ 6eo|T) 
 
 Not speak (dumb) the cuckoo with pleasure to me agreeable 
 
 ^5^r "f bfó T^u^t 5<\6A|t A 5c5]Ucib ct)o6 
 And not melodious howl dogs in woods nuts 
 
 Miv rt)At&1ot) cfAn)|iAÓ a D5leAt)CAib ceo 
 Or morning summer in glens mist 
 
 bo imcij uAiT)oe Aij buAOAiU beo 
 
 As did depart from us the boy (youth) lively 
 
 ! rvo Iaoc, ic. 
 Alas! my hero, &c. 
 
 ^ÍSl'ií ^]]} buAific 5AC uA]ft be av) ló 
 I do be in trouble each hour of the day 
 
 ^T^ bpifeAO cftó|6e a5u|* aj cAOf i)A obeóji 
 Breaking heart and shedding the tears 
 
29 
 
 No cuckoo's note by fell or flood, 
 No hunter's cry through hazel wood, 
 Nor mist-wrapt valley yields me joy, 
 Since cross'd the seas my royal boy. — 
 My hero brave, &c. 
 
 Oppress'd with grief, I hourly cry, 
 With bursting heart and tearful eye — 
 Since we did thee, fair youth, resign 
 For distant shores, what woes are mine ! 
 My hero brave, &c. 
 
 The sun his golden glory shrouds 
 In mantle sad of sable clouds ; 
 The^threat'ning sky of grief portends, 
 Since through far realms our lion wends ! 
 My hero brave, &c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 bo irnc|5 uc^^x) At) bu<vcAiU beo 
 
 As did leave us the boy (youth) lively 
 
 ?V5uc r)AC i:A5Aii) aoo zii\-\\i]y^ 11^15 n)o bfiót) ! 
 And not find we one tiding from him my woe I 
 
 ! rt)0 Iaoc, Tc. 
 Alas ! my hero, &c. 
 
 M| A]x eit^JI^ Pboebu]" péit) n}A\i Af có^it 
 Not did arise Phoebus self as is right 
 
 ^5U]' A^|l A CA0]1)-Ól)ei}* t^é]Ó ACA feAol-bitAc b|ió|0 
 
 And on his gentle skin smooth are sable cloud (of) sorrows 
 
 Are dim on sky and disaster great 
 
 TFiv cojUce A see]») ri)A|t bo éAloiÓ ao leojAt; 
 Under woods distant as did wander the lion (hero) 
 
 ! 11)0 Iaoc, -\c. 
 Alas ! my hero, &c. 
 
so 
 
 ! ftio Uoc, tC. 
 )Y c^f -d cul, Y ^T cujtf^c c6i|t, 
 
 b^ú^i* úft ^o cotn ttio j^r6i|t. 
 ! irio Uioc, -|C. 
 
 l;)-d coi^rnvrl é le li-1iOT)^tif Ó^,^ 
 
 'S te lu^^jt) ttiejc Cém^ V-d ttibéifHíof) mott 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 The horseman noble haughty youthful (young) 
 
 Citó]6e 5Ar) 5|tuAirt? xxf |*u<vtltce ynoo 
 Heart without surliness and most gentle visage 
 
 ^ ^005111* O5, I cannot find in Keating, or O'FIaherty's Ogyg. 
 vol. 2. the only books of reference as yet in my possession ; I 
 would/eel obliged to any of my readers who would furnish his his- 
 tory, as I will have to introduce his name hereafter. 
 
 ^ LúJAbb tD^c Celt), was twelfth king of Ireland, A.M. 2764. 
 His real name was LújaÓ LArT)-pAí)A, but was called C&]t}, from 
 his father CjAr), and succeeded Muaó, who fell in the second bat- 
 tle of 21)^5 diip, and reigned forty years. He instituted the 
 Tailtean games, to be celebrated every year on Tailtean mountain 
 in Meath, on the kalends of August, i.e. LiitijAf, or the comme- 
 moration of LutAft, in honour to Tailtean, the daughter of prince 
 2t)íV5n7Óii, and last qneen of the Belgians, or y^^i bol5 ; vvho, 
 after the battle of 2^^j ?^út]i, espoused QocaÓ '5o,]\h, the son 
 of OuAcl), a nobleman of the Danans, who educated LúJAÓ 
 until he arrived at the years of maturity. From buAÓ and Me AfA, 
 Lughadh's queens, Knockbua, and MeAf A, (now Naas,) are called. 
 He died at C<Ner) D|iu|tt7, now Uyr^ec^c}), a mountain in West- 
 meath, A.M. 2&0t. 
 
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 That haughty, noble, youthful knight, 
 Of feature bland— of spirit light— 
 Strong-handed, swift, in war's wild throng. 
 To chase to death the brave and strong ! 
 My hero brave, &c. 
 
 His wreathed hair, in graceful flow 
 
 Of ringlet rare falls full below 
 His manly waist, in yellow fold, 
 Like silken threads of curling gold ! 
 My hero brave, &c. 
 
 Like Aongus Oge he bears command, 
 Or Louis of the trenchant brand, • 
 
 INTERLINE -VR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Strong-handed nimble-footed swift in battle 
 
 ?^5 ctteA|•5<^^[lC i-Iua5<v Ajur a5 tiw<^3*^^ riieo|r) 
 Slaying hosts and chasing mighty ones 
 
 ! 1t)0 1<N0C, "ic. 
 Alas ! my hero, &c. 
 
 IV CAf A CÚl AJUf Af CÚflfAC colli 
 
 Twisted his head (hair) and in tresses justly 
 ^SUf bUoirCAC h\á]t A5uf Ay búclAC n^óti 
 And (in) locks close and in curls great 
 
 ^5«]- peucAC ij:-\o\) Aift lofjpAÓ at) 6iri 
 And gaudy fair on tinge the gold 
 
 5 b^CAr iiji 50 corn wo j-cofti 
 
 From crown (head) tender to waist my dear 
 
 ! it)0 Iaoc, TC. 
 Alas! my dear, &c. 
 
 t)A coxnjú]l e le h-'^ovs^y 05 
 Was like he to Aongus young (youthful) 
 
 U5ur le I.Ú5A16 we]C Celt) r)A n^beitDiof) rt)ó|t 
 And to Lughaidh son (of) Cein (of) the cutting great 
 
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 ! ftio l^OC, TC. 
 
 le Con^U Ce^|tr)4cii'* t)0 Be^|tr)-4t> poftc, 
 le f e^tt^uf ^iur)z-dc f ion rneic tloi^h j'' 
 Xe CoDcu^^ft ci^it) it)eic Me-d|*^' i)^ 1^)6^, 
 c <toi|*e^c ^oj^jt^n ó|t40)íje ^t) ceoil. 
 ! ttio Uwc, ic. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Le CoofiAoi ^ftb tT)efc Dív]|te At) ótfi 
 To Curigh high son (of) Dary (of) the gold 
 
 CAO]|-eAc éfjtioi) c|ieur) a^^ co^fi 
 Chieftain (of) Eirinn valiant in pursuit 
 
 ! tT70 Uoc, lc. 
 Alas ! my hero, &c. 
 
 Le Corxvll Ceic|it)<xc &o beívfi^AÓ pófic 
 With Conall Cearnach did breach port 
 
 ■* Coi)|tAO]5 or Cuitf5b rt)AC 0'A\\\e, whose province extended 
 from beAl<vó Cor)5lAH* near Cork, and westward from Limerick 
 to the western shore of Ireland. He was treacherously slain, through 
 the intrigues of bl^ci)Al&, a lady of exquisite beauty, by Cú- 
 cullAir; ; but, fei|tcei|tcr)e, Curigh's bard, followed blaci^A^b 
 and CúcuUai^ into Ulster, in hopes of being able to kill her in re- 
 venge of Curigh ; and on his arrival found Conor, Cuchullain and 
 Blahnaid, with their attendants, at the promontory of CeA^ 
 beA|^<^, standing on the edge of a steep rock, ran towards her, and, 
 clasping her in his arms, threw himself headlong with her down the 
 precipice, and were dashed to pieces. Vide Keating's Ireland, 
 Vol. I. p. 4.05, Haliday's Translation, where the direful tale is 
 fully related. 
 
 ^ Conall Ceiv^xDAcl), was lord of a district in Ulster, and 
 cousin-german of the children of U\yr)ei^c}), in whose behalf he 
 fought against Co^cúbATt, kii'g of Ulster, where he slew JoUao 
 fjoi). The reader will find a full account of hira in his OeApj 
 HuACAp, an ancient historical tale, which is in the hands of many 
 Irish Scholars. 
 
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 Or Daire's son, the great Convoy, — 
 Brave Irish chiefs, my royal boy ! 
 My hero brave, &c. 
 
 Or Conall, who strong ramparts won, 
 Or Fergus, regal Rogia's son, 
 Or Conor, Ullad's glorious king. 
 Whom harp-strings praise and poets sing 
 My hero brave, &c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Le TeA|i5Uf ^iuijcac ^^ot) we]C Tíó|5b 
 To Feargus worthy fair son (of) Rogia 
 
 Í-6 Co^óúb<v|i CÍV16 rbe^c MeAj-A da rjoy 
 To Conor noble son (of) Neasa the customs 
 
 CAOifeAc AOib^T) CjtAOibe at) ceoil. 
 Chieftain gentle Branch the melodious. 
 
 ! n7o Iaoo, "ic. 
 Alas ! my hero, &c. 
 
 «5 TeAjxsur 117AC noj^l), king of Ulster, A.M. 3934. He was 
 suruamed Xló]-^l), from his mother Rogia, daughter of GocAÓ 
 U||teArb, then monarch of Ireland. Being dethroned and expelled 
 Ulster, he took refuge in Connaught under OiIioUa and 2Dei6be, 
 where their royal residence at that time stood. He vs^as a person of 
 consummate courage, and had exerted himself often with applause 
 in single combat and in the field of battle, and brought away many 
 rich spoils from Ulster; and ravaged and sacked that country, and 
 overrun the province with fire and sword. He afterwards met an 
 untimely death at the hands of Oll|oll, through a fit of jealousy, 
 in consequence of 2í)eióbe taking a swimming excursion with him. 
 — Keating. 
 
 ^ Coi)cúbA|x rt)AC "NeAfA, surnamed TleAi-A, from his mother 
 MeAj-A, the daughter of Gocao Sv]lbuióe, son to Taccda, 
 king of Ulster and Ireland, after the deposition of TeApjui* rtjAC 
 Polj}), ruled the sceptre of Ulster, A.M. 3937, sixty years, and 
 died a natural death in the forty-eighth year of Christ.— 0'Fi.a- 
 herty's Ogvg. Part 3, c. XLVIII. p. 1G3. 
 
 6 
 
3^ 
 Seíf)ce^|t f^^Jt^^ ^ll^ ciÁ)pyKc ceo)l, 
 ljOT)u^|t f u^i* ^^c cu^c t)0'r) Beojjt/ 
 
 ! ttio l^oc, itio ^)le, tti'^e^|t, 
 
 ^o c|tU-4Óu.4r) ^éjr) ! tr)0 lu^icfte leir) ! 
 ^^jt cu^jó ^ zce]X) mo pie, m'f e^t^! 
 
 Se^3^T) C\Á\\^c\), jto c^t). 
 
 "Oo c^o) Y ^<^ íJu^iftc Y rfiu^t>, Y -^t* ^r^^^ ; 
 5>^^w 50 cftu^it) cum U^í) r)-d ^-cotfi^cc, 
 y:d úí^e^ct) ^j|t cu^ijtt) t)0 't) 13u^c^ill beo. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Seíi)ceA|t |*5íxiftc Aijt clivififjcc ceoil 
 Strike up (a) burst on harp melodious 
 
 ^Vjuf jlAOÓCAit cíviuce civ^jtc Aifi bójtb 
 And let call many quarts on board (table) 
 
 LforjcAti ]*uAf 5AC cuAC bo At) beoi[i 
 Let fill up each goblet of the beer 
 
 Sliv^nce uAirt) bo'i) buACAiU beo. 
 
 Health from me to the boy (youth) lively 
 
 * beoilt. This word, which is rendered " beer," in the in- 
 terlinear translation, is used by our native poets to express any highly 
 delicious liquor, in the same manner as the writers of Greece and 
 Home used the term, nectar. The Beoir was made from mountain 
 heath ; and the sole secret of preparing the delicious beverage, 
 known only to the Danes, who, tradition asserts, divided the heathy 
 tracts between them, for that purpose, in preference to the arable 
 lands. Tradition further has it, that sooner than disclose the secret 
 of its manufacture, the two last surviving Danes, father and son, 
 suffered death at the hands of the native Irish. 
 
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 Wake, wake, the wild-harp's wildest sound, 
 Send sparkling flagons flowing round — 
 Fill high the wine-cups' tide of joy, — 
 This health to thee, my royal boy ! 
 
 My hero brave, ma ghile, mfhear, 
 My kindred love, ma ghile, mfhear ; 
 What wringing woes my bosom knows, 
 Since cross'd the seas ma ghile, mfhear 
 
 REPLY TO THE LADY OF ALBANY'S LAMENT. 
 
 O royal maid, my bosom's gold ! 
 None can unmoved thy griefs behold — 
 And O ! may heaven's supreme decree 
 Restore the youth to love and thee ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ! mo Uoc xx)o 5ile voo ^e^tt 
 Alas ! my hero my bright my spouse 
 
 ! xx)o 5A0t)Al 0)0 5ile rno fre<x]t 
 Alas ! my kin my bright my spouse 
 
 2l)o criuAÓcAt) |íé]T) ! voo luAjrjie lé^t) ! 
 
 My affliction self! my dust (eternal) doom (woe) 
 
 2t)<\|t cuA]6 A 5C&IT) n)0 5ile ti)0 ^eA|t. 
 As went fa. away my bright my spouse. 
 
 ?V ni03All) UAfA^l fuA'tftC A^UI* A fCOfl 
 
 Queen noble gentle and my dear 
 
 Do cAOt Asuj* bo buA^ftc Af r]tuA6 A5uf Af b|tótj 
 Thy lament and thy affliction is disastrous and is mournful 
 
 'h\X\6\XK) 30 CtlUA^O curt) UAt) l)A 5-CÓrbACC 
 
 1 pray fervently to (the) lamb (of) the powers 
 
 T<v cfseAcb Aifi cuAi]tb bo Ab buACAjU beo 
 For to come on (a) visit to thy youth alive 
 
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 Do t>eoji) -dt) ^OD-tfiic óiocfr^ó ú^jt ^jf , 
 
 le i^ojúe^tfi r)^|*u^J^ t)0 Jlu^if e<tt> ^n leój^í), 
 D'-^v;l eo^^in Y ^l^in^ oilr:e, Y ^líi^ ; 
 
 Bjion ? 
 Deit) -<it) VP^ít^ Z^^ t>u^pz-dr) f*v;iii aiji T)eoit), 
 5^10 fiji'^oc, 34r) )iU4cu, ^^r) zémol, ^4T) ceo ? 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Do 6eoit) AX) AOD-n)]c z]0cf<\6 ía]\ aj^ 
 By (the) will (of) the only son he will return 
 
 'Oo citeofiAC citeui)rbA]i cuilce Go i)eA]tc 
 Actively powerful full of strength 
 
 3o flvA]5e<NC feur)ri7<v]t |iUAb|i<\c p<\ob|tAÓ 
 With legions propitious diligent fierce 
 
 So cuAt)CAib Bl^se Ajiii* '}r)]y Uific. 
 
 To (the) havens (of) Failge and Isle (of) Art. 
 
 2-6 ]*oiceAn) i)a 1*11^5^ bo 5liiAi|'eA& au leóJAi) 
 With comeliness the learned will proceed the lion (hero) 
 
 ^5ii|- At) c[xírbÚ5A bii^iri ]-eAÓ buAi&pe a r)5leó 
 
 And the third hour (time) will conquer in battle 
 
 bei6 |'5A0ile A5UI' ]iua5aó uaií) 50 beo 
 Will be separation and banishment from us for ever 
 
 ^irt bui6]i) Ai) uAbA||i AY cuAic Lu^jtc yoy 
 
 On tribe (of) the pride from territory (of) Luirc yet 
 
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 From realms afar I sec him come, 
 With mig-lit to right his injured home, 
 To hush thy wail, to cheer the Gael, 
 And sweep the foe o'er ocean's foam. 
 
 Unfoil'd in skill, unmatch'd in might, 
 
 He'll conquer thrice the foe in fight ; 
 
 And tyrants proud who swore us slaves, 
 
 By Tuaith Luirc's shore, shall find their graves ! 
 Each warrior brave, of ancient line, 
 Where Eogan, Airt, and Heber shine, 
 Would dare oppose a host of foes. 
 To gain his monarch's right divine . 
 
 Then gentle reason's tranquil reign 
 Would bless the earth with peace again ; 
 And winter time and summer day 
 Would prove propitious like his sway.* 
 
 INTEKLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Mf bpu]l 5i5-f;eA|i féim bo ax) fruifteAO ceAfic 
 Not is young man mild of the tribe just 
 
 Do fu^l GogAit) A3U]- eib^ji o|lce A-^uy Uijtc 
 Of blood Eoghan and Heber dreaded and Art 
 
 But will proceed self without cessation afar 
 
 TFiv cuAiixim é bo cu||t loixv ceA]ic. 
 In expectation him to place in his right. 
 
 beió At) f ao^aI fUAirr>t)eAC ffoÓAc fóÓAC 
 Will be the world tranquil peaceable prosperous 
 
 ^At) pléió 5AT) buAirtc 5At) b|tui5eAr) 3AI) bitoi) 
 Without spite without affliction without quarrelling without grief 
 
 beib AD rP«^11^ 3*"^ buAjicAt) yii]n) Ai|i tjeofr) 
 Will be the firmament without darkness much at noon 
 
 ^Ai) tipAOC 5Ar) ^uAcc 5AT) ceiri^iol jai) óeó 
 Without rage without cold without eclipse without mist 
 
 * The old historians always observe that God blesses the reign of 
 good princes by a succession of peaceful and abundant seasons. Vide 
 CeA5Ar5 TUcA. CA65 2Í3ac DA]|ie, 2Í3ac t)|tuAbeAt>A, 
 
 \IÓ CAT). 
 
Q 
 
 8 
 
 50 t)e6 t)0 Se^jtl^j* Y lit) Y t)le^ct) ; 
 
 t)eit) t)Mt)^cc Y opt) ^0 Bft^u ^4,r) -^tuol -, 
 'S mit) 13e^t) Seoi|l|*e zlS)t ^)\i p6t>. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Co\l6]X) VA n&5r &0 61156*6 AT) ceA|ic 
 
 Crown (of) the Kings did adjudge the law 
 
 5o &eó 60 SéATiluf 11* Ifij Ai* bleAcb 
 For ever to Charles by us is due 
 
 DAfi OuAic 5AT) bfté]5 t)í cTtuA6 ^jiiori? ^éft) 
 By Jove without lie not pitied with (my) self 
 
 5ac cuacaI CfteuT) i)0 cujii. a |-ac. 
 Each clown strong to put in sack. 
 
 be^ó blí5e da TíórbA a v^V^^^y 30 WÓ\i 
 Will be law of Rome in practice very great 
 
 bei6 biA6AÓc A5UI* ójtb 50 bfxívc 3AI) ftijól 
 Will be divinity and order for ever without stain 
 
 Uf n)(i) beA6 Seoifife z\'A]t Á]ft |iób 
 
 And tame will be George timorous on (the) road 
 
 Sad ^íoí) 5AI) i:e,0]l 5At) T*T)ivice bjiós 
 Without wine without meat without thread (of) shoes 
 
39 
 
 With royal crown for monarch meet 
 Shall Erin's sons great Charles greet ; 
 Each sturdy clown, by Jove, shall drown ; 
 We'll make a sack his winding sheet ! 
 
 And Rome shall hold her ancient reign, 
 
 Her laws and lore shall aye remain, 
 
 And abject George return with shame, 
 
 The starveling boor that first he came ! 
 
 The priest that hides by cave and fen, 
 Shall raise his honour'd head again — 
 And to the skies shall hymns arise 
 From harp, and choir, and minstrel-men ! 
 
 The Summing-up. 
 May heaven, in mercy to its suppliant's call, 
 The gourmands quell who hold the Gael in thrall, 
 Crush, through the western isle, their ruffian sway, 
 And sweep afar the demon brood for aye ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION- 
 
 bep |-5Óp A5 cléi|t T)A cituiue A5ur neAcb 
 Will be scope to clergy the globe and power 
 ^■^\XX V] le.orboi|:At) Aor) ]Oí)a 3C0ii)e ceACt) 
 And not dare any against them come 
 t)eió buAir S^c Ue 6a Iua6 6o ao éisfe 
 Will be prize each day adjudged to the sages 
 ^ó buAit) Ajur í)itéACc 60 feioiri) x^^} 
 But poetry and verse to sing awhile 
 
 Ut5 CeAt)5Al. 
 The Summing-up. 
 
 Uicqm AiTt DiA lATtfiAitt) Asurs^l^l") 5« <^,ti"^'f„ ,, , 
 I beseech of God I ask and I pray very hard (fervently) 
 
 Nc rAti)Aicc bo piAi) i:iAl-CTteAb i^a npA0i8e]l 
 
 The gluttons that pained (the) generous tribe (of) the Gael 
 
 A i)5UAir 
 
 in jeopardy 
 DocAiqom Ar 1AC-lA|tCATt V^ ÓAonire criuAiÓ 
 To cast from Isle of the west under bondage hard 
 
 UtuI* A1Ctt)e nA T)&1AbAl DIArACOA 6jbl|tC UAl^. 
 
 And (the) sect (of) the devils foreign (to) banish from us. 
 
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 Owen O'Sullivan, a Munster poet of the last century, 
 surnamed the Red, from the colour of his hair, was a native 
 of SljAb LuAC]t<s6, a wild mountain district, situated east and 
 north-east of the town of Killarney in the county of Kerry. 
 He flourished in the latter part of the last century. The lot 
 of GÓ5AT) TluAÓ, as he was commonly called, was cast upon 
 evil days, and in an ungenial clime ; for, had he belonged to 
 any other country, or creed, or party, than that to which 
 through a life, in otlier respects wild and irregular, he had 
 invariably adhered, his rare natural endowments — his fervid 
 poetic genius — his acquirements in the highest walks of classic 
 literature, would have procured him notice, and patronage, 
 and fame. The light of a patron's smile never cheered the 
 obscurity of the village bard ; but ©65 At) TÍuaÓ had his fame — 
 his pastoral ballad of rural love, yet lives by the streams of 
 the South, at the cottager's hearth, and in the milking bawn 
 of the hamlet, and will live, till tenderness and feeling become 
 aliens to the artless heart of the village maiden. His power- 
 ful satires, rife with scathing denunciation, and severe per- 
 sonal invective — his bold enmity to the Saxon —his longings 
 for the restoration of the exiled Stuart — his love songs de- 
 scriptive of his own irregular amours — these varied compo- 
 sitions, preserved in the native tongue, have cheered the 
 hospitable fireside of the cottier in many a district of Cork, 
 Kerry, and Limerick, where his memory survives, his poems 
 are recited, and the brilliant effusions of his happy wit, shine 
 familiar as household words. 
 
 There are, doubtless, many of my readers who now hear of 
 Gó5At) TÍUAÓ UA SuiUiobiviO for the first time. To them, 
 perhaps, it will be necessary to say, that CóJAT) T?u<\6 was 
 to Ireland what Robert Burns, at a somewhat later day, was 
 to Scotland, the glory and the shame of his native land. I 
 know no two characters in my range of observation, that so 
 closely resemble each other as Burns and G'Ó5Ar) TÍuaó — the 
 same poetical temperament — the same desire of notoriety — the 
 same ardent sighings for woman's love — the same embracing 
 friendship for the human family — and the same fatal yearnings 
 after " cheerful tankards foaming," alike distinguished the 
 heaven-taught minstrels. Like Burns, GóSAt? TiHAO first 
 tuned his reed to the charms of nature, andthe joys of wo- 
 man's love — like Burns, the irregularity of his life obliged the 
 clergymen of his persuasion to denounce him ; and, like him. 
 
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 he lashed the priestly order without ruth or remorse* — like 
 Burns, he tried the pathetic, the sublime, the humorous — and, 
 like him succeeded in all Nor does the parallel end here ; 
 they were both born in an humble cottage ; both toiled tbi'ough 
 life at the spade and plough ; and both fell, in the bloom of 
 manhood, in the pride of intellect, the victims of uncontrolled 
 passion. 
 
 Owen Roe O' Sullivan, like hundreds of his countrymen, 
 followed the occupation of an itinerant potato-digger, and 
 made periodical excursions into the counties of Limerick and 
 Tipperary, in pursuit of this servile occupation. On one of 
 these occasions, happening' to receive employment at the house 
 of a farmer in the neighbourhood of Charleville, he was 
 brought into notice by his explanation of a sentence in some 
 Greek author, which had caused much dispute between his 
 employer's son, fresh from a French college, and the old priest 
 of the parish. Owen remained here for sometime as a teacher 
 of Greek and Latin, and received high applause in that capa- 
 city, till his evil destiny drove him in the way of Mary Casey, 
 a village beauty. The enamoured poet lost all relish for the 
 teaching of dead languages in contemplation of the living 
 charms of his mistress. The school was given up, and Owen's 
 licentiousness denounced from the altar. But Mary lives im- 
 mortal in the well-known English song (though that tongue was 
 the least of his acquirements,) called " Molly Casey's charms." 
 
 It is recorded that 605^0 UuaD committed his first sin of 
 rhyme, while a bare-shinned stripling, at the school of one of 
 these hunted men, whom the severity of the penal code drove 
 for shelter to the fastnesses of Kerry, to teach Greek to cow- 
 boys. Owen was mitching all day, and, as he entered the 
 hedge-seminary long after the prescribed time, the master was 
 about to proceed with the process of " hoisting" Owen, when 
 the truant begged and obtained one hour to render an account 
 of the peccadilloes of the day, — it was then that the embryo 
 poet produced a lyric in a fanciful dialogue between two mar- 
 ried ladies, in which each is made to detail, with much dra- 
 matic effect, the failings of her spouse, and the various evils 
 to which matrimony links the wife, who would fain move with 
 her yoke-fellow in freer harness. 
 
 * Upon one occasion, Owen lice's conduct had supplied the pastor 
 of a rural congregation with materials for a lengthened invective 
 against viciousness in general, and the unfortunate rhymer's frailties 
 in particular. At the close of his pious discourse, the worthy priest 
 enquired in the native tongue if Gó^At; HuAO were present. — 
 '^■cÍK-\xY), replied the irritable son of genius, goaded by the clergy- 
 man's expose, to all forgetfulness of the occasion and the time, ?XcC\ 
 GóJAi) HuA» AÍ)]*A, Ajuf ^'^\x '\:e\c\'6 CUfA AU bACAbOjIt ? 
 " Yes, Owen, the Red, is here, and may you never behold his dyer !" 
 7 
 
42 
 
 Owen Roe taught school at Annagh near Charleville ; while 
 engaged there he wrote satirical songs in ridicule of the 
 Irish volunteers, and lashed, with fearful severity, some village 
 rhymers who attempted to break a lance with him. He died 
 of a relapse of fever at Knocknagree, in his native district, 
 and was buried at Nohoval. I have no means at present of 
 ascertaining the period of his death, but I believe it was about 
 the year 1784. 
 
 It was at Annagh, probably, that Owen Roe wrote the fol- 
 lowing beautiful lines addressed to the parish priest, I'equest- 
 ing his Reverence to announce from the altar the poet's intention 
 of opening school in the neighbouring townland. The Irish 
 reader will perceive that in these stanzas the translator has not 
 allowed the spirit of the poet to evaporate. 
 
 bA rA|tiDuit) r-]*^rt) bor) o^irb, 'f ^]'SV\ ■^ 5-ceA]ic ; 
 
 '^ 5-CACA ]iO]n) \)'^n)A]t), A n)-he<s,]x\}o,6 5^05^)1 r)A b-c|tgf, 
 
 ?Victt]f bo ciKC 50 b-civ|r)i6 nye 'ija n)e<xf5. 
 
 Cl)urt) ceA5Ai]*5 jac c^jo, a |t$v]6ce \-e\tv x)x yec^t), 
 <Le lA]b|or) bob' í\|1|*a, j-a j)-bar)CAib 5Ao6Ail5e |-cAi|t; 
 Sao sUpAjtnAc n^tmAO yeo, b'4x|ibA|6 jtein? 'y jteACb, 
 ?V b-peAitAÍJAjb y<vil, 'OA b-civjijeAO 5A0bA]l CA|t leA|i. 
 
 SjAjpe r)A b-peAfiAcon caIo^a, cfióÓÁ, cAOfr), 
 'S leA5A6 r)A b-pÍACA bA plcAJAC a T)-búi)A]b 5A0ibeil; 
 ?V m-beACA 5AI) aii*|oc A5 5AllA]b le ]:ói|tr)eAitc blí5e, 
 Oo óujji feAlAb curt) ceA5Ai]'5 50 SlA^fe t)A CójtAb |*|i)? 
 
 ?^ Sa^aiiic 5At7 ri)eAr)5 'f ceAór^!^ CAotrj-rbe^ueAc, 
 Sat S^fbA 5IAI) riieAbAifi a it^i) 5AC Iao| léi5eAt)CA ; 
 Ujcpif mo civil, Ó']* ceA^ a^ji pjiiori) cl&|fi cu, 
 5o b-ceA5A|*5Airt7 cIat) 5AC bfteAm t)a 5-C|tú-céirt)|b ? 
 
 Pure learned priest! akin to Neill and Art, 
 Whose power protective cheer'd the poet's heart. 
 The first in danger's van — (so bards have sung them,) 
 Pray tell thy flock a teacher's come among them. 
 
 Well-skill'd in ancient Greek and Roman lore, 
 Fame-laden lays since Erin's days of yore. 
 And eke the foeman's tongue, upborne by Law, 
 Whose phrase uncouth distorts the Gaelic jaw. 
 
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 Upborne by Law which exiles heroes tall. 
 Which dooms, by traitors' steel, the chieftain's fall, 
 Dooms Erin's brave no refuge save their God ; 
 And me to wield the village pedant's rod ! 
 
 Mild man of God, and fair religion's glory, 
 Deep read in holy tomes and tuneful story, 
 With thy sweet tongue consign to village fame 
 What learned lore enwreaths thy poet's name ! 
 
 I have two copies of the following song before me ; one 
 from Mr. Michael O'SuUivan's manuscript, and the other from 
 a manuscript collection made by John O'Donnell, a wandering 
 scribe, of my acquaintance, for a Mr. Michael Cronin, of 
 GnivglUeh, a townland of the county Kerry, lying westward of 
 Millstreet, and kindly lent by him for the purpose of tran- 
 scribing any songs not already in my own collection. Wherever 
 these two copies differ, I have retained the words which I 
 thought better, and appeared closer to the original ; and for 
 this purpose, I would be glad to have manyA^ersions of a song 
 before me when preparing it for publication, as the songs of 
 our bards, in many instances, have undergone various alterations 
 from the dilapidation sustained by manuscripts from damp and 
 other causes, particularly their falling into the hands of un- 
 skilful writers, who adopt what words or readings they please, 
 or which chime best to their ears, though at the same time, 
 differing essentially from the original, as well as from the spirit 
 of the poet. 
 
 Such of my readers as have copies of the following old 
 Songs, would confer a favor by forwarding them for publication. 
 
 ^fiívi^e it)Aol, Air—Buhberro dedderro. 
 
 Seit^Ar) bui6e. 
 
 ^r) 5Ab<xir) 5eAl bixp. 
 
 Ut) CbfiAOibfr) AOjbir). 
 
 SeAÍ)-beAr) C\)]x\or) at) DitAÓcíxjt). 
 
 ^t) jAbA^) Diib- 
 
 2t3AribcAOine PabTtAi5 S.\iin*eul. 
 
 Un Srt)c^G&it} cnót). 
 
 J. DALY 
 
 Kilkenny, April, iSil. 
 
44. 
 
 ^l]t ^|i r).t ^-if e^iMcot), i>áilre.ic, fr^it^f it)^ ; 
 
 "Oo pop rfteojt),! M c^Itn^ n-^leo 1 
 ?tJ^|v i)e^it)^j§ ar) Z-ÁI yo tÁmro o Si^ a^i^^t)^, 
 
 r^ ^-c^]tz^, t>Á ^-cÁp^ri-d, 'f t>Á 5-cuible ^^ 
 
 5|iár^^t1]t ce.4l^.ii^, W^P'^^m nu\\U)ite, 
 %ir) c|t6i)Vóip, úu^ itM|*U t)Ot) ójtt) ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TUANSLATION. 
 
 Wandering by Blarney (one) day and I In deliberation 
 
 ^lix !x\i n<v bpgiVACOi) frivilccAc f AittrTiS 
 
 On destruction of the heroes generous open-hearted 
 
 ' Ca^Ic n^AC Cfteoir), the celebrated hero who pursued 
 M|A»t7-nuA6-CfiocAC into Ireland, and gave battle to T10Í5 rpAC 
 CiirbAll, and the Irish heroes, under whose protection M^Aii) placed 
 herself. In this engagement CaiIc slew the most renowned of the 
 Fenimis, but was afterwards slain by 0l'3U]i in single combat, after 
 five days' and five nights' severe fight, as may be seen by the fol- 
 lowing stanza : — 
 
 TeAÓ CÚ15 r)-oióce, ]:eA6 C1M3 U, 
 bf AT) bfr nait cUjc A5 sleic, 
 ?Vl|i Ojc bíó, 'r Aft beA5^n r"<^1^» 
 ■Sitfi cujc Ca]Ic le buAi6 xx)o ttie^c. 
 
 i'or five long days and tedious nights, 
 Both heroes contest dire maintain'd, — 
 Their weary limbs not eas'd by rest. 
 Or fainting frames by food sustain'd. 
 
 Transactions of the Gaelic Socieii/, Dub. 1808. 
 
^ainnc í(^eal mx %^^. 
 
 clÁr. 
 
 TAOBH. 
 
 Fainne geal an Lae .^ 2 
 
 Caiseal Mumhan... \ ... ... ... ... ... Z 
 
 Paistin Fionn ... ... ... ... 3 
 
 Stuairin na m-Bachall M-BREAGH, REIDH, ... ... 4 
 
 AlR ElRINN NI 'nEOSAINN CIA HI ... ... ... J 
 
 An Chuilfhionn ... ... ... ... ... ... 5 
 
 Raibh tu AG an g-Carraig? ... ... ... ... 6 
 
 Muirnin na Gruaige Baine ... ... ... ... 6 
 
 Seaghan Buidhe... ... ... 7 
 
 ARREARS an Oil 7 
 
 Copies of this Collection can he had on application to th: Secretary, Soiitlniiark 
 Irish Literary Cltih, Bath Street Hall, Loiuion Road, London, S.E. 
 
 Six Copies post free One Penny. 
 
 ,£on5c»n: 
 PRINTED AT THE HIBERNIAN PRESS, 132," BLACK FRIARS ROAD. 
 
 1885. 
 
^itxx\nc íC^eal an ||a^ ! 
 
 FAINNE GEAL AN LAE. 
 
 -Maidin go moch do ghabhas-amach 
 
 Air bhruacha Locha Lein, 
 An samhradh ag teacht 's an chraobh le n-ais 
 
 Agus lonnradh teith o'n ngrein. 
 Air d-taisteal dam tre bhailte-puirt 
 
 Agus banta mine reidh', — " 
 Cia gheobhainn le m'ais acht cuilfhionn^deas, 
 
 Le fainne geal an lae ! 
 
 Ni raibh brog na stoca, coip na cloca 
 
 Air mo stoirin ban o'n speir, j 
 Acht a folt fionn ordha sios go troigh 
 ■ Ag fas go barr an fheir. 
 .Bhi galun cruidhte aici na glaic, 
 
 'Gus air drucht ba dheas a sceimh, 
 •Rug barr do ghean o Bhenus deas 
 
 Le fainne geal an lae ! 
 
 Do shuidh an oig-bhean sios le m' ais 
 
 Air binnse glas don fheur, 
 A magadh lei bhios da mhuidheamh go pras 
 
 Mar mhnaoi nach scarfainn lei ; 
 Se dubhairt si liom, " Na bris mo chlu, 
 
 " Scaoil me air siubhal, a reic, 
 " Sin iad a n-deas na soillse ag teacht 
 
 " Le fainne geal an lae.' 
 
 CAISEAL MUMHAN. 
 
 Do ghlacfainn thu gan punt, gan aireamh spre, 
 
 A chuid don t-saoghal le toil do ghaol da m-b'ail leat me ! 
 
 'Se mo ghalar dubhach gan me 'gus tu, a dhian-ghradh mo chleibh, 
 
 I g-Caiseal Mumhan as gan do leaba fuinn acht an clar bog deil ! 
 
Siubhail, a chogair, as tar a chodladh liom fein 'sa ngleann, 
 Gheobhaidh tu foscadh leaba fhlocuis, agus aer cois abhann, 
 Beidh na srotha gabhail thorainn faoi gheugaibh crann, 
 Beidh an londubh in ar bh-fochair as an ceirseach ann. 
 
 Searc mo chleibh do thug me fein duit as gradh tre run, 
 Da d-tigeadh se do chor sa t-saoghal go m-beidhinn fein as tu 
 Ceangal cleire eadrainn araon 's an fainne dluth — 
 Acht da bh-feicfinn fein mo shearc ag aon f hear gheobhainn bas le 
 cumha ! 
 
 Dia-domhnaigh 'nuair a chidhinn ag an teampull i, 
 
 Fallaing riabhach as ribin uaithne uirre anonn mar ghnaoi, 
 
 Agus guna do scuabfadh na gleannta fraoich — 
 
 Och ! se mo bhuaidhreadh mar do luaidheadh Hom 'na maighdin i. 
 
 Ta ur-phiob ag mo mhuirnin as a braghad mar aol, 
 
 A cuihn casta buclach ag fas go feur ; 
 
 Se mo chumha nimhe nach san uaigh shios do fagadh me, 
 
 Sul do stiuireadh me i g-cuigibh 'smo ghradh tar m'eis ! 
 
 PAISTIN FIONN. 
 
 Gradh le m'anam mo Pháistín fionn ! 
 A croidhe 's a h-aigne ag gáiridh liom, 
 A docha geala mar bhláth na n-ilbhall, 
 'Sa piob mar eala la Márta! 
 
 Is tusa mo run, mo run, mo run ! 
 
 Is tusa mo run, as mo ghradh geal ! 
 
 Is tusa mo run, 's mo chumann go buan ! 
 
 'Se mo chreach gan tu agam ad' mháthair ! 
 
 Cara mo chroidhe mo Pháistín fionn ! 
 Bh-fuil a da ghruadh air lasadh mar bhláth na g-crann, 
 Ta mise saor air mo Pháistín fionn, 
 Acht amháin gur olas a sláinte ! 
 Is tusa, &c. 
 
 Da m-beidhinn-se sa' m-baile m-bidheann sugradh as 
 
 greann. 
 No idir dhá bharaille Ian do leann. 
 Mo shiiiirin am' aice 's mo lamh faoi na ceann, 
 Is siigach d' olfainn a slainte ! 
 Is tusa &c. 
 
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 Bhí me naoi n-oidhchidh am' luighe go bocht, 
 O bheith sínte faoi an dílinn idir dha thor, — • 
 A chumainn mo chroidhe 's mé ag smaoineadh ort, 
 'S nach bh-faghainnse le fead na le glaoidh thú ! 
 
 Is tusa &c. 
 
 Tréigfead mo charaid as mo chairde gaoil, 
 As tréigíidh mé a maireann do mhnaibh a' t-saoighil, — 
 Ni thréigfead le'm' mharthain thú, ghradh mo chroidhe, 
 Go sínfear i g-cómhra faoi chlar mé ! 
 
 Is tusa &c. 
 
 STUAIRIN NA M-BACHALL M-BREAGH REIDH. 
 
 Taid na reulta 'na seasadh air an speir, 
 
 An ghrian as an ghealach na luighe ; 
 Ta an f hairge traighte gan braon, 
 
 'S ni'l réim ag an eala mar bhiodh : 
 Ta an cuaichin i m-barradhaibh na ngeug 
 
 Da shior-radh go n-éulóigh-si uainn, — 
 A stuairin na m-bachall m-breagh réidh, 
 
 D'fhag Eire faoi fhadtuirse chruaidh ! 
 
 Tri neithe do chidhim tre san ngradh, — 
 
 An peacadh, an bas, as an phian, 
 Agus m'intinn da innsin dam gach la 
 
 M'aigne gur chraidh sé le ciach. 
 A Mhaighdean, do mhill tu am' lar me 
 
 Agus m'impidhe o'm laimh chughat a n-iar, 
 Me léigheas ó na saigheadaibh-si am' lar, 
 
 'S go bh-faghaidh tu na grasa ó Dhia ! 
 
 Is binne í na an bhéidhlín 's na an luit, 
 
 'S na colur, na céirseach ta ciar, 
 Is dealraighe í na 'n feur tre san drucht, 
 
 'S is fir-dheas gach alt in a cliabh ; 
 Ta a piob mar an eala air an traigh, 
 
 'S doigh liom gur breaghdha í na'n ghrian — 
 'S e mo chumha geur mar thugas di gradh, 
 
 'S go m-b'fearr liom nach bh-feicfinn i riamh! 
 
ATR EIRINN NI 'NEOSAINN CIA Hi. 
 
 Areir 's me teurnamh air noin 
 
 Air an taobh eile don teorainn 'na m-bim, 
 Do thaobhuigh an speir-bhean am' choir 
 
 D'fhag taomnach breoidhte, lag, sinn. 
 Do gheilleas da mein as da clodh, 
 
 Da beul tanaig beo-mhilis binn, 
 'S gur leim me fa dhein dul na coir, 
 
 'S air Eirinn ni 'neosainn cia hi. 
 
 Da ngeillfeadh an speir-bhean dom ghldr, 
 
 As iad raidhte mo bheoil do bheith fior 
 Go deimhin do dheanfainn da ghnodh. 
 
 Go leir chur i g-coir as i g-crich : 
 Do leighfinn go leur stair dom' stor, 
 
 'S badh mhein Horn a pogadh om' chroidhe, 
 Do bhearfainn an chraobh di na doid, — 
 
 'S air Eirinn ni 'neosainn cia hi ! 
 
 Ta speir-bhean mhaordha, mhodhamhail, eg, 
 
 Air an taobh eile don teorainn na m-bim 
 Ta feile, 'gus daonnacht, 's meon, 
 
 'S deise ro-m?ior in sa' mnaoi. 
 Ta gruag lei ag tuitim go feor, 
 
 Go cocanach, ombrach, buidhe; 
 Ta lasadh ina leacuin mar ros, — 
 
 'S air Eirinn ni 'neosainn cia hi ! 
 
 AN CHUILFHIONN. 
 
 A bh-faca tu an chuilfhionn 's i ag siubhal air na boithre, 
 
 Maidin gheal druchta 's gan smuit air a broga ? 
 
 Is iomdha oganach sul-ghlas ag tnuth le i phosadh, 
 
 Acht ni bh-faghadh siad mo run-sa air an g-cuntas as doigh leo. 
 
 A bh-faca tu mo bhaban la breagh 's i na h-aonar, 
 A cul dualach drilseannach go slinnean sios leithe, 
 Mil air an oig-bhean 's ros breagh na h-eudan, 
 'S is doigh le gach spriosan gur leanan leis fein i. 
 
 A bh-faca tu mo speir-bhean 's i taobh leis an toinn, 
 Fainnidh oir air a meuraibh as reidhteach a cinn, — 
 Is e dubhairt an Paorach bhi na mhaor air an loing, 
 Go m-b'f hearr leis aige fein i 'na Eire gan roinn ! 
 
A RAIBH TU AG AN G-CARRAIG? 
 
 A raibh tu ag an g-Carraig 's a bh-faca tu-fein mo ghradh ? 
 
 A bh-faca tu gile 'gus finne 'gus sceimh na mna? 
 
 A bh-faca tu 'n t-ubhall ba chumhra 's ba mhilse blath? 
 
 A bh-faca tu mo Valentine no bh-fuil si da claoidh mar taim ? 
 
 Do bhidheas ag an g-Carraig 's do chonnairc me do ghradh, 
 Do chonnairc me gile 'gus finne 'gus sceimh na mna, 
 Do chonnairc me 'n t-ubhall ba chumhra 's ba mhilse blath, 
 Do chonnairc me do Valefttme 's ni'l si da claoidh mar 'tair. 
 
 Nuair bhidhim-se am'chodladh bidheannosna gan breig om chliabh, 
 'S me 'm luighe idir chnocaibh go d-tig an ghrian a n-iar ! 
 A ruin dil 's a chogair, ni'l fortacht mo chuis' acht Dia, 
 S go n-dearnadh loch fola do sholus mo shul ad' dhiaidh. 
 
 No go d-tigidh an Chaise, air lar an fhoghmhair bhuidhe, 
 'S la fheile Padraic la no dho na diaidh, — 
 Go bh-fasaidh an blath ban tre lar mo chomhra chaoil, 
 Pairt dod' ghradh go brath ni thabharfad do mhnaoi ! 
 
 Sud i sios an righ-bhean alainn og, 
 
 Bh-fuil a grung leithe scaoilte sios go beul a brog, 
 
 Is i 'n eala i do shiolraidh o 'n t-sar-fhuil mhoir, — - 
 
 A charaid ghil mo chroidhe 'stig, ceud mile failte romhat ! 
 
 MUJRNIN NA GRUAIGE BAINE. 
 
 I m-Baile-na-h-inse shiar a ta mo ghradh le bliadhain, 
 
 Is ailne i na grian an t-samhra ; — 
 'S go bh-fasann mil na diaidh, air lorg a cos 's an t-sliabh, 
 
 Da fhuaire an uair tareis na Samhna :— 
 Dojgheobhainn gan stad mo chiall, da ngabhfainn i am' lion 
 
 As chuirfinnse an bron so dhiom gan amhras 
 Air chomhairle tugadh riamh ni phosfad acht mo mhian, 
 
 'S i Muirnin na gruaige baine ! 
 
 Air droichead na h Aibhne-moire, chonnarcas mo stor, 
 
 Ainnir dheas na n-or-fholt bh-fainneach ; — 
 'S gur ba mhilse go fada a pog 'na mil 'na siucra air bord 
 
 'S na deagh-bhlas sodhail fion Spainneach : — 
 A da chioch chorra, chruinn', bhan', mhilse, chumhra, bhreagh', 
 
 Mar sneachta bhidheann d'a charnadh air shleibhtibh ; 
 'S go ngoireann an chuach gach am lar an gheimhre thall, 
 
 'S an m-baile m-bidheann mo ghradh d'a breugadh ! 
 
Da bh-faghainn-se mo rogha do mhnaibh deasa an domhain> 
 
 Agus faghaim ortha roghain shasta : — 
 'S reir mar deir na leabhair, ta 'n chraobh aid os a g-cionn, 
 
 'S ta na ceudta fear go dubhach i ngradh lei ; — 
 Si a samhail-se do moladh leis an g-ceudrigh Solamh, 
 
 'S is aici-se ta an lorg as ailne ; — 
 Reidhigh-se mo dhochar, gus saor me o bhas obann, 
 
 A Mhuirnin na gruaige baine ! 
 
 SEAGHAN BUIDHE. 
 
 Air maidin De-domhnaigh ag gabhail sios an bhothair, 
 Go h-atuirseach, bronach gan or-phuint, — 
 
 Casag orm oig-bhean, bhi suidhte go corach, 
 'S i faire air an rogaire Seaghan Buidhe ! 
 
 Ba thailliur, ba ghobha e, ba phriontoir breagh leabhar e> 
 'S geallaim gan amhras gur breagh scriobhach, 
 
 Dheanfadh se fionta do bharraibh na g-craoibh as 
 Do shnamhfadh an taoide go toin sios ! 
 
 B'fhearr e air an maide, gus b'fhearr e air an m-bearna, 
 
 B'fhearr e la Casta'na suistighe, 
 B'fhearr e la an earraigh ag grafadh na m-banta, 
 
 'Gus b'fhearr e air binse 'na ghiuistis ! 
 
 Cuirfeadsa an rogaire feasta da fhogairt, 
 I g-Corcaigh, in Eochaill, 's i d-Traigh-Li, 
 
 Ni lamhfaidh aon oig-bhean gabhail tar an m-bothar 
 Le h-eagla an rogaire Seaghan Buidhe ! 
 
 ARREARS AN OIL. 
 
 Sud ort, a mhathair mo cheile ! 
 Nach bh-facas air aonach riamh fos, — 
 A chladhaire ! na h-ol orm braon de, 
 'S nar fhag tu fiu an gheidh 'gam gan ol! 
 
 Taim in afirais^ in ajveajs, 
 
 Taim in arrears i d-tigh 'n oil ! 
 
 Taim in arrears^ in arrears^ 
 
 'S is baoghalach nach n-diolfad go deo ! 
 
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 A chailleach ! do thugais-se t' eitheach ! 
 Nir olas do ghe na do bho, 
 Go deimhin ni fhagfad an t-aonach, 
 Go n-olfad an leine dod' dhrom ! 
 
 Taim in arrears, &•€ 
 
 Is duine gan gustal, gan eifeacht, 
 Gan suil le h-aon bhraon de go dec, 
 A dearfadh le mathair a cheile, 
 Go n-olfadh se an leine da drom ! 
 
 Taim in arrears, er^c. 
 
 Siubhalfaidh me timpeall na duithche, 
 Agus beidh agam cuinne don sport, 
 Beidh cailleacha 'n phaidrin 's an g-cuil ann, 
 Ag sileadh na sul os mo dheoidh. 
 
 Taim in arrears, éfc. 
 
 Fiche bo-bhainne do bhearfainn, 
 'S tarbh na n-diaidh dhuit 's an rod, 
 Da d-tiubhrfa na moide air mo bheul dam, 
 Nach n-olfa aon bhraon de go deo. 
 
 Taim in arrears^ 6^r. 
 
 Mile bo-bhainne da m-bearfa, 
 
 Agus tarbh na n-diaidh dham 's an rod, 
 
 'S, na moide da d-tiubhrfainn om' bheul duit, 
 
 Ni fhagfainn gan glaodhach chum tighe 'n oil ! 
 
 Taim iti arrears, éfc. 
 
 <\j^. 
 
 -c^jr 
 
 Persons wishing to learn Irish should buy the small Gaelic 
 Books, price Id. to 4d., published by the Gaelic Union, 19, 
 Kildare Street, Dublin, and by the Society for the Preservation 
 of the Irish Language, 6, Molesworth Street, Dublin. 
 
45 
 
 EXPULSION OF THE SAXON. 
 
 Air — " Staca an Varaga." 
 
 By Blarney's towers I paus'd to ponder, 
 What deep dark curse our land lies under, 
 
 Chain'd 'neath the foreigner foe — 
 The homeless horde whose guileful knavery 
 Coil'd the festering links of slavery 
 
 Round hearts where pure pulses flow 
 From sires, whose sons are crouching slaves, 
 Or wanderers wild, or outlaws gory — 
 Mail-clad sires whose green flag waves 
 O'er blood- red fields of ancient story. 
 
 Where prone groan their offspring of woe ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Of the tribe (of) Treoin (who) was valiant (in) battle 
 
 2I3a|i r)eAbAi5 <\r) civl |-o c^|t)]6 o Sasj-atja 
 As nestled the brood this came from Saxony 
 
 U iridic Ajur A bfeAfiAtjcAir t'^ilbe A5ui- Uruep^ft) 
 In states and in inheritances (of) Failbhe and Amei-giri 
 
 Go5Air) ÍXsó]]i A5uf CAifibtie At) c-fl55 
 Eoghan Mor and Cairhre of the hosts 
 
 Wa ^IaCA bA 5t)ACAC CiVftCAC C|teA|-Ari)All- 
 
 The nobles contantly girded (for) battle 
 
 Oil 5CATtcA bic 5civttT)A Asu]- &ÍV 5Civible A3 ^^^x)^z■\cx 
 Pitch-forked preyed upon and fettered by fanatics 
 
 Ut) r^iD T)oc bo Aibi3 pAO] ^^}'^\r) Ajuf eArsiqne 
 The plunderers that matured under hatred and anathemas 
 
 3|iivr5A)fi ceAl3Ai3 2C^itcAii) rt^AllAisce 
 Mobs treacherous Martin accursed 
 
 Un cy\.ó\) CÓÍP C113 n)AflA Ó0 At) ojib. 
 
 The swarthy tribe gave disgrace to the order (creed.) 
 
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 li hlÁ)t-fo)lzh^c-dhxc, Y^Amer^c, c|t4ip-^)ot:)-<t, 
 
 ^Ijt clo 'T) 01 |v, z^i) fi^i\)^l, ^^i) ceo ! 
 
 t)o tJit) t)extl|t^t) iM tti-bUiic le 1*^^11 b^ oe^jt^, 
 5^r) zlAY 'v-d le^c-dm, bu 13jte^Jc^t> l-df-d ; 
 'S ^ jtof -^eol ^^T) if)xi^4t>, ^^T) ii'ioit) ! 
 
 D'fíií^ zÁíh^c le t>e^|^u4il3, n^ zÁmze ye^^^ic j 
 Jo tto-ttiott, t>o §t^e^i)^i3 -<i clot) ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 XDo CAiqo|*A6 yp'Ay 30 c^x^^]^ caiciocac 
 I spent space in difficulty fretful 
 
 5<M) ivtjib 7;<\r) AiceA|* 50 c^iíiióce ceArnAi5ceAc 
 Without happiness without joy tormented afflicted 
 
 Tiv bjiorj rb5|t at; peAttAÓ wo Óeofi 
 Under sorrow great shedding my tears 
 
 Su|t 6eA|icAi*A li\-\n) licit) ban-coeif* bAt)Ari)u]l 
 Till I beheld nigh me bright-skin modest 
 
 2Cívi)IaÓ rt)AifeAtt)A]l 5|iiv6tt}A|t jeAnArbu]! 
 Comely elegant lovely amiable 
 
 XIÓ tf)56Aif)uil bA cA]cmomAC clóó 
 Very modest most acceptable features 
 
 l)A CAbAjlfAC C^blAC píV|t75eAC ^A&A C1llb 
 
 United (in) wreaths ringlets long thick (heavy) 
 
 ^5 ^CACAÓ A5ut* A5 pii]* 50 f^]l Aiii bAiUe-citic 
 Turning and growing to heel trembling 
 
 ^ b\!X]t-fO]\t bACAlAC r5Ali)eAC CIt<\1p-p|OI)AÓ 
 
 Her blooming locks curling splitting spreading-fair 
 
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 Lonely and long that hour of weeping, 
 Hopeless, joyless, tearful — steeping 
 
 In salt streams mine eyelids of care — 
 While thoughts came dark and dismal o'er me, 
 A form of beauty stood before me, 
 
 White bosom'd, heavenly fair ! 
 Her thick, luxuriant ringlets fell, 
 Or stream'd, the soft-wing'd zephyr gracing, 
 Or cluster'd o'er her paps' round swell, 
 Like sun- wreaths bills of snow enchasing, 
 
 Light, bright, and beautiful there ! 
 
 Lily and rose, with rival power, 
 
 To grace Her cheek, bestow'd their dower, 
 
 Her vermiel, vowless lip to behold, 
 And pale, pure brow, and ripe eyes' splendor, 
 Did love-lorn heroes hopeless render. 
 
 Slaves chained by tresses of gold — 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Woven knotted top-twisted tinted (by) her 
 
 Uifx cló <M) ó]\i 5Ar) ]*5Ati)<xl 3^0 ceo. 
 Of tinge of gold without cloud without mist. 
 
 Oo bjó bgltt<\6 DA mbUic le ys'^]\ b* 6eA|i3 
 
 There was refulgence (of) the flowers with hue like crimson 
 
 '5a\j clivf tOi'<'^ leACAjt) b<v b|teix5CA6 Ia^ <x 
 Without weakness in her cheek most alluring light 
 
 "^-^uy A |i5|-be5l 5<\t) H^asao ^At) mó]h 
 And her rosy lips without mockery without vow (guile) 
 
 U5ur <v idaIa sad civim A]]i A |-ívtb-óeA|tc Aibi5 
 And her brow without stain on her pleasant eye full grown 
 
 Do f:iv3 cinTjAC le beAjicAib rjA z'<\]Dze feAb^c 
 That left motionless with darts the hosts (of) heroes 
 
 '5o ]to-rbóri bo 5|ieAr)Ai5 a clóó 
 That too high did admire her shape 
 
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 COjtp; 
 
 '\:)Ári.c\iO)d \e-áb^)]ie, D'^^^^-^^ r;^tt|t^ir)5úe, 
 'S ^leo rjíeoií), ^it^ le^ú-dT) ^jt^ir fí^^l^^- 
 
 "b^ J^Tt)-<i, b^ c^ió, b<<t f itti t)0 c^r)^ó, 
 
 'S b^ fu-di-dCy fo^-dtVYjl, ^ Ub^ltú^ beojl! 
 
 Cvj^t ceo ^i^t ólot) TM iti^l^^^Uc ó^ ! 
 
 S^f) ce^n^^t) t)0 b'^ftt^t) ^ ^-cUti^il3 t)^í)xib^t); 
 le ^|iit) t)Oi) ^iúe-4|*c vit), Utiújte^c pjteabxiiiti, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 2t)Att 6aU aiii ao fcic|t^i5 A bix^5A|b Asuf a jeAU-cpuic 
 Like a Swan on tlie beach her neck and her bright form 
 
 ^Vjuf A rrjATtjA ÓeA]- íxfib noc bo fivf Ai|i TeAn5A-c.0|tp 
 And her breasts neat high that grew on slender body 
 
 bivt)-c|ioib IcAbA^ite bo ^♦ív5bA6 cA]TvAir)5ce 
 
 Fair fingers slender that left drawn (painted) 
 
 biVlb A5Uf bA]tCAtMb CiV5Ab A5llf CeA|tCA-pftAO)C 
 
 Boats and liarks daws and grouse 
 
 U5U]" 5leo C|teoii) <k\\x \e^t^x)-h\M>]z \\yó-\\\ 
 And battles (of) Treuin on broad sheets (of) silk. 
 
 bA 5A|*b<NbA cív^ó b<\ x'4>.n) bo OADAb 
 Skilful chaste pleasant did sing 
 
 5o pttA|* A bpitacu^i) i)A Tjbaiii) T^An e^fbAO 
 Lively in the language of the bards without defect 
 
 ^3u]- bA f-iiA5AÓ |-Ó3AtT)v;l A lAbApcA beoil 
 And mild cheerful the words of her mouth (Hps) 
 
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 She's fair as swan by broad, blue lake, 
 Like suow-bills rise ber bosom's heaving ; 
 Her hand can heavenly music wake, 
 Or draw bright scenes in silken weaving, 
 Of sea, shore, or battle-field old. 
 
 Modest and mild, her words when spoken. 
 Seem ancient strains that bards have woken, 
 
 Strains that grace her soft liquid lips ;- 
 Faultless and fair, in beauty shining, 
 Her magic power left maidens pining, 
 
 Griev'd deep at their beauty's eclipse ! 
 Low-bending towards the form of light, 
 In Gaelic old, she lov'd the dearest, 
 I said, " Fair spirit, whence thy flight, 
 From friends that love to foes thou fearest, 
 
 Aidless far from soldiers or ships ?" 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 bACAr 50 C11015 rji bi:vil c'^]w ]0\)!\ A]\)]W 
 From head to foot not fault or blemish 
 Le }:''X'SA]l ]0\)^ peA]TrAit)-cntc ^W]\) jfieAOCAÓ 
 To be found in her person fair handsome neat (sparkling) 
 
 Cy]\i ceo A]\i clóó DA iDAfSAUc Ó5 
 Sent mist on the shape of the damsels young- 
 Do beAOAió 50 cUic-cAir S^ine^'^c 5eAt)ATr)Ail 
 Did salute timorous soft smilingly gracefully 
 
 Sad ceAi)5A8 bo bA ivjij-AO a 5cl^}iAib bAn^bAO 
 In the tongue most ancient on the face of Banha 
 Le 5|tiv6 boD AjceArc x\^ UviciteAÓ p|teAbAim 
 For love to advice that presently I start 
 
 Knowledge reason her journey of the white skin I ask 
 
 'Sat) tDÓfi-flóg Aiii eAOAib joda cóit 
 Without immense hosts on steeds in her corps 
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 Cl6t> '^uf fnót) t>Á 13-f extc^-f^ i^óf ! 
 ^ujt ^u'i:) iti^f 3^Uc ií)^T)Uó, 3-di|it)e^c, §e^U. 
 
 Wo'r) iT)-1^Jf úu^ Áp Vj-d t>-zÁmze a r)-e^tt)v;f), 
 5^c ^fíf ^t> ^^jf^e ^^í) ^Ur i:)oc t)Á^\m\b, 
 
 *ZÁmT^ '^Í ^^^^1t^^ ttio l^jtt), ttixtjí ú^c^ t)v;i: ; 
 1^-40) 'v b-^ojrn^jt, ^o r}-^iri^pc^)]i ^leó ? 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 SDAjt rbeAi-AitT) A bívb A5Vf A blívic i)A mbA|ifioO 
 As I presume babe and bloom of fair-headed 
 
 ^Y iv]lne peA]H'A A5V]* Af bjie^jrAÓ ]-eAj*Arb-ó|t>7c 
 Most fair person and most alluring- standing feature(figure) 
 
 Cl66 A5V|* fr)ó6 bA bpeACAfA yoy 
 Shape and countenance that I have seen yet 
 
 "Svfi CY AT) rbA]*5AlAc tT)íiDlAÓ jív^^beAC ?;eAlA-cr)ei|- 
 That thou(art)the damsel smooth joyful bright-skinned 
 
 Cvj A n7bA]tcA]b rbe]c t!)iv]|te TP^f ^ ?VlbAiT) 
 Brought in barks (of) Sons (of) Dary of a time from Albany 
 
 Cóji le55AU A5V|* jaIajica S^-eo 
 Corps (of) heroes and weapons (for) war 
 
 No AT) Air)5iit cvj iv^t i)A bci\]\)ce a v-Gawa^v 
 
 Or the damsel brought destructionthe hosts in Emania 
 
 Wo AT) bf\>7t)7510ll T)A &^-015 CA]t t*^1^^ 5^0 ^A|tItAtT)5 
 
 Or the maiden after her across ocean did pull 
 
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 •« O ! be thy lowly slave forgiven, 
 
 Who hails thine eye as light from heaven, 
 
 And thou now a fay in disguise ! 
 The maid mayhap whose charm ensnaring, 
 Led Dairy's Son to warlike Erin, 
 
 His North Star the light of thine eyes- 
 Or ruin'd Emania's hero host, 
 Or led brave Greece o'er ocean's water, 
 In tall barks towards the Dardan coast. 
 To give proud Troy to flames and slaughter — 
 
 Dear pledge for Paris's prize." 
 
 '< Arise," she cries, " let joy possess thee — 
 Ere harvest's golden glories bless thee, 
 
 Thine ear hears the battle-cry loud — 
 Go tell the bards who pine in sadness, 
 To teach their harp-string songs of gladness, 
 
 And raise strains of victory proud ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 5ac ivttro.6 SAirse 5At) cUr t)Oc bo Ajitn^b 
 Each hero valour without weakness whom did calculate 
 
 Priam his armies fierce in battles 
 
 Mo AT) Ó5 x^o\t3 h]6 <\5 U1C1U n<v r^ós 
 
 Or the young gem was with Achilles the hosts. 
 
 Do ppeA3Aiii ri A3 ^xsxi) b|ó Uo bo meAUAmtiAt) 
 
 Did reply she saying be full of merriment 
 
 V<ci\]mx& A5 cAb^nic rrjo \'^]&) rt)<N|i c<nca 6v;c 
 1 am giving my hand as surety to you 
 
 Taoi At) bp65tT)Aii 50 i)AtT)Apc<\iit sleó 
 Before the harvest you will behold slaughter 
 
 And relate you to (the) bards (of) Fail the admonition 
 
 5<xi) cUvf bo CAOAitt) le V^livc A3ur cA;ct)eA 
 Without weakness I relate with affection and delight 
 
 t)eAn; 
 
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 le |*eol cóijt, ^o |íe^tMr)u^f 6-03^)1) ? 
 
 iiljt ^eoc cojp r)^ S-d^f^í) ^^r) u|teoj|t ! 
 'S c^iúiT)íle^t>4, 'í) CUjít, t)0 jt-df t)^ i^e^Ti^- 
 
 Xpoc, 
 
 5^t) Z\ÍACZ xllft C^f ,4t>, t)^ f^^J-^jl -<tj|l ^if IOC, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Do At) Ó5 leÓ5Ar» bo feAlbAjÓ xx)0 55Acb 
 
 To the youthful hero (who) did possess (enjoy)my virginity 
 
 ^]fi caIaií) ajvi» Ai|t I'^ile civ ad bAi]ie CA^bA \\r) 
 By land and by sea is the goal turned with us 
 
 V\\ bp\?l feAfArb \)'^ c'^xy le pAJA^l A5 ^aUapmc 
 
 Not stand (footing) or pity extended to foreigners 
 
 ^S'^r nf |ííi3VA|t A^njrt) bA nivl a mbpeACA]n 
 
 And not left name of (their) brood in Britain 
 
 ?^tlt bceAcc A bAjle bo At) bAt)-f:lAic fee A5 cAifOiol 
 On arriving home to the fair hero who is approaching 
 
 le feól có]ft 50 ^eAiiAtíCAi* Gó^Ait) 
 With sail (gale) fair to the inheritance of Eoghan 
 
 DiV CAbAjfl ACÍV I)A Spil]i)15 CAln)At> 
 
 Assisting him are the Spaniards hardy 
 
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 Each chief shall wave a conqueror's blade, 
 When war's fierce lash shall scourge the stranger 
 From Britain's isle his name shall fade, 
 When comes old Erin's brave avenger, 
 
 To weave the foe a wide, bloody shroud — 
 
 " When Spain sends bravest heroes hither. 
 Oppression's arm shall waste and wither, 
 
 By sea, by shore — the despot's reward — 
 And slavery's chain shall rive asunder, 
 When Erin's brave, 'mid war's wild thunder. 
 
 In gore bathe the green battle-sward — 
 No thought of ruth, nor word of peace 
 By heart be felt — by tongue be spoken, 
 'Till quenched in blood, his light shall cease, 
 And Saxon power lie crushed and broken" — 
 
 Shout loud Amen to the bard ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 On field and on plain did leave under contumely 
 
 U]ii veóc có|p r)<v SA5r<'^') 3<^t> Ciieoi^i 
 To wither tribe the Saxon without strength 
 
 And the soldiers of Clai- of race of the ancient stock 
 
 Do i^'^x A rt^bATjAbAD ívpj-AÓ í:fteAfArb>|l 
 That sprang in Banba ancient warlike 
 
 ^t) y^\ox leosAD ATVf CACA le zó]\\. 
 The princely hero and support with pursuers 
 
 Mj léi5Pi& AítiUfi 50 h\\.'s]t A i)A|tn7A]b 
 Not will lay down for ever their arms 
 5o t)5lAr)pAib pAO^c-b^U o ív&aI r)A obAijAitAib 
 'Till they sweep white-hall from brood the demons 
 
 5a1) C!i;\Ób Alfl CAfAO t)iV PÍV5A1I Altl AjnOC 
 
 Without thought of returning or chance of restitution 
 U j-cAic x)''\ bpcAjiADCAir 50 5^i|i&eAC CAIMI6 
 Their estates or inheritances joyfully sing ye 
 
 Le rr)óíx r5Ó1p céAb Amei? le b-G^Ó5Ai) 
 With full scope hundred aniens with Owen 
 
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 Jo ^4t)-úv;ttt*e^c, cé.<t|*t)4i, ^^í) ^iftto Jftii) ; 
 'S ^r) t>or)U|* le ceile t>^ t)0|tr^ ^^tc Ue oitttv;t), 
 
 INTEKLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^5 cAifb^ol 1)^ fléibce ÓAm feoilAb Am Aor)A]i 
 Wandering the mountains to me while alone 
 
 So pA&cvi(t|-eAC céAi-bA 5AI) ^ijib ofifij 
 With long wearied tormented without desire facetious 
 
 ^511]- me Ti7Acbt)Art7Ai|i clé-tieATicA|b5At)5>7be At) cfAOjvl 
 And I meditating on evil deeds deceitfulness(of )the world 
 
 1 The Air of this song is well known in the most remote district 
 of Munster, particularly Cork and Kerry. It is founded on a very 
 low version, of which the following stanza will suffice to form a just 
 idea. Should any of my readers favor me with a full copy, I would 
 publish it in juxta-position with an able reply by Uill|Arn OaU, 
 a Tipperary bard, whom I shall soon introduce to the notice of the 
 public. 
 
 " Cvjit^eAbrA 'n tió5vífte peAcbA óA fó5V]iic, 
 U 5-Co|tcAt», A v)-GócA|U 'f A b-CypAislise ; 
 'S X)] leóiijA^AÓ ACT) 6i5-beAi)5AbAil coivvji) ai) bócA|!, 
 Le b~BA5lA AT) iiÓ5Ní|te, Se^SAr) bvfóe ?" 
 The term Se A5AI) l)v;6e, Yellow Jack, or Orange Jack, was first 
 applied to the followers of William 111. and is now bestowed by the 
 lower classes on such members of the various Protestant sects scat- 
 tered over the face of this unhappy country, as are known to be most 
 inimical to the Catholic faith. It is generally believed that the irii- 
 tiatory oath of an Orangeman binds him to fight "knee-deep in Po- 
 pish blood," and the furious and intolerant acts of these parties tend 
 to confirm this idea more and more. The inflictions endured under 
 
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 CAPTIVITY OF THE GAEL. 
 
 Air— " Shane Bui." 
 
 I wander'd the moorland all weary and worn, 
 
 Fell sorrow my pathway pursuing ; 
 
 Revolving what fetters our chain'd limbs have borne — 
 
 Sad sighing at Erin's undoing — 
 
 Our princes' sad thrall, and our fair cities' fall, 
 
 And wide wasted plains did appal me ; 
 
 And my tongue curs'd that day of the false Saxon's sway, 
 
 When Erin was shackled by Shane Bui ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Do feA|t5 xx)0 ^x)'e\ A5vf bo c|iív6ai5 j-jO 
 Did wither my countenance and did torment us 
 
 ?!^]t bplACA Tt)A|i cíxéi3T0bAit jaUa p\?c cUooao 
 Our nobles as forsaken (by) English bucks false-heai'ted 
 
 ^Xjuf A n)bATlcep\i|tc aoI&a mA|t ^^]*ví8eA5 
 And their fortresses brilliant made desolate 
 
 ^iijvi^ At) bot)Vf le céile b^ óoiica 5AC Ue oti|iYiij 
 And the evil together shedding each day on us 
 
 ceAr)5lAb Gnte le SeA5Ar) bvée 
 Since fettered Erin by John Yellow (Shane Bui) 
 
 the penal code, elicited many of these Jacobite songs from the bards 
 of this period; and, imbibing as they do, the political sentiments of 
 a persecuted people, are calculated to keep alive a glowing hatred of 
 the Saxon, which time can never efface. In furnishing the present 
 version, I have had two copies of the song before me — one supplied 
 by Mr. Michael Browne, Lismore, County W^aterford, and the other 
 from Mr. Michael O' Sullivan's manuscript collection. 
 
 Let the reader pause to behold, how the inspiration of genius ena- 
 bles the poet to stretch his far ken into the dark vista of the future. 
 It is an historical fact, that at the Boyne, WiUiam's soldiers wore 
 green boughs in their head gear to distinguish them in battle; and 
 yet our bards quickly named them the Orange or Yellow race. The 
 Upas tree of Ireland is of very recent planting, yet our gifted seers 
 had the heart of the nation prepared to pour forth the full measure 
 of execration at the advent of the oft-sung badge of Saxon ascen- 
 dancy. 
 
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 Coy ^^-4it) ^ i-c^oit)0]\ie Yz^t>^T^ z\^é)tr)T^, 
 D^tti \\Yite^i)^ ^é^jt^ ^-T^iZ ^^^^ r'lT) '• 
 
 r)4 B-^e<4c<dó t)0 tjé-iúilj, ^ ^-Clit^ Cv;r). 
 
 t>4 C4l34t^t^c,t)t^é-initte4C,t>4jt;e, r;m^,pé4^Uc, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION, 
 
 Coif ^^^^^ ^ 5C<\ol6oitté rcAbA^A cftéimr^ 
 By a i'ivulet in narrow woody I rested awhile 
 
 Of my excursions sharp left motionless us 
 
 LAt) &o Aic|Of A5 éifbe<\cc le CAr)CAit) i7<v t)éAi)Uic 
 Full of joy listening with warbling of birds 
 
 Div rpne<^3<^^ <^in '^^»^ 3^^5<^^ 3^ r^lTi^ii) 
 Bursting forth on the branches so very sweet (harmonious) 
 
 Oo AmA|tcA|* rpéiíibtr\Tt)5ioll tjcai^aidtjac óéjb se^l 
 I beheld a slender maid chaste white toothed 
 
 Cao-\x) cA]tCAt)AC x^]n} A5 ceAcb Umit) Iji") 
 Sweet tempered friendly modest approaching nigh us 
 
 U iDAir^ A5V1* A IDAOllOACb 
 
 Her gracefulness and her mildness 
 
 p'Ai]t b.\]i|tA 3An b|téA51)A8 
 Obtained sway without flattery 
 
 T)A b^reACAÓ Í30 b&icib a 5clivit Cy^xj 
 From all L have seen of nymphs in territory of Conn 
 
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 Where trees woo'd the stream of a valley profound, 
 And woodbines a bower had bound me, 
 Fair visions poetic came floating around. 
 As wild birds pour'd melody round me — 
 Then burst on my eye a bright star of the sky, 
 She smiles — and her white teeth enthral me — 
 'Tis heaven I behold in her features' fine mould, 
 Though shaded with sorrow by Shane Bui ! 
 
 Thick, fragrant, and fair fell her bright, shiny locks. 
 Rare tresses in beauty contending, 
 Whose long-wreathed ringlets all rivalry mocks. 
 To her exquisite ancle descending ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 So closely bx'aided odorous highly sparkling 
 
 bo5 bACAU<xc t)]Ari)ÓAC i)A cívcIaoi 
 Soft curled brilliant in tresses 
 
 Her flowing locks branchy fokling In wreaths 
 
 bACUf 30 rtjeuitAib a bivt) citO]5e 
 From head to toes her white feet 
 
 * Decorated with pearls, or other ornaments, which shewed a 
 brilliancy almost equal to the rays of the sun. 
 
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 lejf xii) lottifMo ^^cejt), le ^^if^e t)OT) Sjié)^, 
 t:ti:5; <:^^lííV ff^^c 3^1*01) t)0 13.111 cl0)6iii). 
 
 Ce^l^ r)a cé4t)C^ le lÁw^c |*^)§e^t) ! 
 
 'Mxi le^c^t) ^ pléifie^cu 13)0 l^|*xi í)^ ^.C40|m, 
 
 ^i ye ceM^ ^o l).^iot)4,jl3 ttie, tnt^lti 13e-d|tr:^f 
 
 %i I3eiú i'ni^ftiaiéúe ^ ^-cleifie^ct), íe Se^J^t) 
 
 ^i pe^pf^ h^ f éjifie-, ^ tn^tn^ b^ t^ip^, 
 c^otiVcftvjú, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Confirmed by bards on beholding her beauty 
 
 "Suft f-Arbujl A t)5i)éi ■^S^iT <^ 5Cívilí6eAcc 
 That equal in countenance and in appearance (fame) 
 
 *Leir At) 1oii7ha8 a sce^o le 5^11*56 bor) 'Spéij 
 With the fleece afar by valour to Greece 
 
 Cu5 caIum rtjAC jA]"ot) bo bivjt cloi&iri) 
 Obtained mighty son (of) JEson by point sword 
 
 b* njAireAC A VjéAbAO rAir ci)eA|*bA Ai|t Aoló^tc 
 So graceful her forehead soft modest on lime colour 
 
 U5u|* Ba f*Atr)u|l lo cAol|uiibe a 6iv b|tAoi 
 And equal to slender hair her two brows 
 
 CAÍtílAtOTiCe Aj|l ItéllceAjtCA |lAmAltA ]t&lÓ5lArA 
 
 Painted on starry eyes stately clear blue 
 
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 And thus wake hi song', to these bright tresses long, 
 Harps warblingly wild as the Ceol-shee,* 
 '* More rich than the Heece brought by Jason to Greece, 
 The golden hair sullied by Shane Bui ! — " 
 
 The arch of her brow is a soft silky hair, 
 
 Her forehead with modesty brightening ; 
 
 To meet the dread light of her blue eye forbear — . 
 
 There's death in the flash of its lightning ! 
 
 The red berry's glow, lofty IMangerton's snow, 
 
 Ever change on her cheek to enthral thee — 
 
 And my heart rent in twain when I thought of her chain, 
 
 Fast knotted in nuptials to Shane Bui ! 
 
 Sprightly, yet mild, her fair countenance shone. 
 Her breast heav'd like billows of ocean ; 
 
 Si 
 
 'J'he heart that throbb'd warm 'neath her emerald zone 
 Never bounded to passion's commotion — 
 
 IXTEULINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Pierced the hundreds by casting arrows 
 
 ]oi)A lecAó v\ pléitteAcc hp Uvf a t)A 30^011^ 
 
 In her cheeks varying was blush (hue) the grapes (berries) 
 
 C|te |"t)eACbA UA |*l&il!»ce 50 y'swr) i-foOAC 
 Through snow of the mountains tranquil peaceful 
 
 ?V fé ceAl3 30 b*^o6A|5 rne oua^u beAiicAf 1011^6613 rp) 
 It pierced to the livers me when I judged afterwards 
 
 "^ bejc |'Oi\tt)A]t;ce A 3cléifieAÓb le SeivTjAt) t>ui8e. 
 To be fettered in nuptials with John Yellow. 
 
 ^ peAjtfA b* feirije a n;Aii:)A h\ séijtii 
 Her person so gentle her breasts so pointed 
 
 RV3u|* A ]-eAt)3Aco|ip AolfeA 3An t:ív3Ail cejnjeAl 
 And her slender person bright without appearauce of gloona 
 
 N] bp\?l3An5Vi&Tj<v clAoi/oofic a &cAH*3e toda CAorb citvc 
 Not is venom or false action in store in her mild countenance 
 
 ^5^'r ^r CA-|Ct)eAlÍ7AC |*AO[l3lAf) A CsV]ljDeACC 
 
 And most acceptable noble her appearance (fame) 
 
 * Fairy Music. 
 
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 tiejlcior), 
 
 'S tíie be-dt)c^ii^t> ^OT)^v,f , óv;r)r) c<4líti-4, Y 
 Well t)v;b, 
 
 Cuil* C4)ée Y l^í^ l)<^Wj -^^ ce<dí)54l f 4 t)40tt- 
 ^jjt cUT)r)4 ^)léf)UY s^c lÁ cjójtn ! 
 
 INTERUNEAK TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^lfi Arh^p-c A y^^]n)e o bcccuf 50 caoI cftO]5 
 Ou beholding her beauty from head to slender foot 
 
 Do ■p]Ap|t<\i5eA|' y:é]r)]b be ai? b^ibfi) 
 Did inquire I myself of the babe 
 
 ?V })A]X)\n) le b^H^focc asu]- t)a beA^tCA cy,]x fieilciot) 
 Her name with effect and the deeds sent a star 
 
 Oiv fAtbuil A 30610 leAji i)A fik.t)u]5eA6 
 Her equal afar distant a wanderer 
 
 ^]* CA|iCAT)AC beufAc ÓA1TJ t)o -pfiejAifi At) fftei^ibeAr) 
 'Tis friendly polite tome did reply the heavenly maiden 
 
 TjOf* ri^o A]t)irD &o béA]tAb Óujc 50 ]*íi|ic|iuT^ 
 Knowledge my name I will give to you accurately 
 
 ^l" n)e beAi)CA|iA ?Voi)5uif Cu]r} caIuja A5uf Me^l btiib 
 I am niece to Aongus Conn mighty and Neil dark 
 
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 As my greedy eye stray'd o'er the beautiful maid, 
 " Queen of beauty," I cried, " O recall me 
 Thy fortune's dark fall that consign'd thee a thrall, 
 To the cold-hearted Sassanach, Shane Bui !" 
 
 " My grief," said the maiden of heavenly mien, 
 
 " Reveals thee my sorrowful story — 
 
 Dark Niall beheld me, a diadem'd queen, 
 
 And Conn added rays to my glory ! 
 
 But red torch and glaive sweeps the land of the brave, 
 
 And horrors unceasing appal me, 
 
 That give the proud dome for the Sassanach home. 
 
 And the fields of our fathers to Shane Bui .'" 
 
 " And O ! the deep gloom of my wild-throbbing breast, 
 That men who should die to avenge her, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 fuAiit siiAbAiT» r)A beifijoi) A bp^iitcfseAcc 
 Had dominion of Erin in unity 
 
 Seo AÍ) cAOb^ti CU5 n7ii-e 50 })A]}i-^te Am aoi)A|i 
 This the cause brought me plundered desolate (lone) 
 
 Sl|Ocb Cai^iU a nbAO|ib^\?& |:aoi ^1^^ cfof* 
 Tribe of Cashel in bondage under high rent(crownrents) 
 
 '^5 ^AlU^b Ai) l!)éA|tU &o feAlbAiÓ Aolbiao|5 
 By Saxons the English did possess mansions 
 
 ?\.5ur ]:e^\ix) 5AC ado i?e<NC bo a]i ^iitrbíóeA]- 
 And inheritance each one person that I have mentioned 
 
 Cú]f CAjce A5ur leut) liori) At) c^tjsaI r^ &AO|trri)ACb 
 Cause of blemish and woe to me the fetters and captivity 
 
 Ulft cIaua 2t3)lénur 5AC U c]ó]n) 
 On sons of Milesius each day 1 see 
 
 * The head-rent, or tribute paid the reigning monarch; anil named 
 by the subject, as crowji, or fjuii-rcnia. 
 
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 >\io) 'r) ^m^, ^xz ^ér-á\i^)^ <4t) §t)uiú-^eill ! 
 n'iejc, 
 
 *S c^ú4c, boct), u^oin^c, t^liuc, t)'fr^5 lin •, 
 'S ttio óe-4|^c^ xi^ f ^o|t-f jle Uct)^ zmVf t>é^|i^, 
 50 í)-xtibJ5 Y 1^Í<^^ b-f é-iMt^ -d t>-í:tut§^ Xír)r) : 
 
 éme, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 Oa 05IteA&<N. b<V 5CéA]-A bA TJCAftCA b<V bCJtAOCA 
 
 Scorched tormented pitchforked subdued 
 
 TaO] a») AfDA A5 beA^tAib At) juAic fejll 
 Under the yoke by boors of constant treachery 
 
 Uf beA|tb 5U|i bA05AlAc bjb ^''aI'S <^'5 •^''^'^ meic 
 'Tis true that threatens you wrath the only son 
 
 Oo bú|l 5C0|*t)Arb 50 béA3 ttJAft AC&,C<XO] 
 
 To you protect timely as ye are 
 
 ^5Uf OAc |*5Aii|:A|t rrje A^ft aodcoji |*é bo Aib(6 n?o 
 And not divorced at all 'tis what matured my 
 
 6&A|tA 
 
 tears 
 
 Le leAbAjó ad i'itjénile fji) SeixjAi) biiióe. 
 From bed of churl that John Yellow. 
 
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 See fair Erin smitten, evicted, oppress'd, 
 
 In chains of the treacherous stranger ! 
 
 And O ! that the doom of the tyrant were come, 
 
 And the salt drops were dried that now fall free, 
 
 And a proud nation's force could procure a divorce 
 
 From the dull, plodding plunderer, Shane Bui /" 
 
 I heard the sad tale of the maiden distress'd, 
 
 Woe-burden'd and weak at the telling ; 
 
 My tears' briny stream had its source in my breast 
 
 Where shame and wild anguish were swelling — 
 
 And Erin of love, may the Father above 
 
 From the plague of the tyrant recall thee, 
 
 And thy young heart rejoice with the spouse of thy choice, 
 
 When sever'd, for ever, from Shane Bui ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ?Xl|t Aicfiif c-x) r5é]l y\\) 5A») bU&A^ ^o ai) jiéilc|oo 
 On relating the tale this without flattery to the star 
 
 ?Vf CACOiC boob CAorpAc ^l]uc &o ^'^5 y\r) 
 'Tis mournful poor sickly tearful did part us 
 
 ?^5ur mo óeAjtCA aj t^aoji f-jle Iac&a cjiib béA|tA 
 And my eyes free shedding streams heavy tears 
 
 '3o l)Aibi3 Ajuf T)io|t bpé|bi|i a &citiv5A \\x) 
 Quickly and not possible to dry with us 
 
 ^]tc'\n) 50 beA^HAC Ai|i UcAifi DA rjAOti) tjjeAl 
 I beseech fervently on Father the saints bright 
 
 "bo |'5Aipe At) bA0ii-]*5An)Al plivi5 off) 
 To scatter the black cloud plague of us 
 
 Do peAjiitAt) Airt '3A0'it>e]lib aju]* 30 bpAjcitDib Gifte 
 That poured on Irishmen and may we behold Erin 
 
 Ut; ACAfiAC céile cAti Sei^5Ai) bu^Oe 
 With a different spouse from Shane Bui. 
 
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 B\xn-d%iX>UíltAit) éjRjOMMl 
 
 Coif ^b^it) <<t r)ei, Y í^^ -^3 c^if t>íOl <4 z-^^^^^* 
 U^ t)|iuit)W é^W -^K^ t>or) jtu^l^ l^r) ! 
 
 t>4C4ilUc, r)i^nit)-dc, t>u^lUc; 
 tu^ <:Mltti' it?<dc l<tf oí) u^i^jjijcc : 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 By a river yesterday and I wandering afar 
 
 00 f AOCU]|t|*eAC ^AOt) 3AI) |'UA^|tCeAf 
 
 Long Avearied feeble without mirth 
 
 •. |;t^^^c<v|• b^^c )or)A, ■\i'^ÍA-\b A5 céAc& 
 
 1 iísheld a nymph in haste approaching- 
 
 bA 3eAt)Amu^l jtj&i ■■ A5uf |'t)ua6 OyxeAc 
 ! aceful countenance and visage 
 
 ;:a ijeATT)All CApA bA ]t)5eAlc<\ CA^fblol 
 
 firm lively so nimbly approaching 
 
 *■ l&irt) 6ah7 A^ce 601) ltuAi5 vin 
 
 ig to me nigh of flight that 
 
 t\ if t>e]n)]\) r^n]\ beAiicAT t)Ac b|tvi}5§ll 60 Ai) A]crt)e 
 
 3 truly that I judged not a maid of the tribe 
 
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 THE EXPECTED OF IRELAND. 
 Jiir — " Sheeda had vallet." 
 By a green-margiu'd stream, at evening, I stray'd ; 
 
 (Poets are wont to be roaming ;) 
 O'er the dew-sprinkled sward came tripping a maid 
 
 Whose charms gave light through the gloaming. — 
 Air-lifted and light sped the beautiful sprite, 
 
 Bearing joy to my breast overladen. 
 I thought, by my fay, no earth-tainted clay 
 
 From Adam had moulded the maiden 1 
 
 Her long flowing hair swept her ankle of white, 
 
 Golden-ting'd, ringleted, braided — 
 Odorous tresses, before whose rich light 
 
 Proud Jason's fam'd treasure had faded ! 
 O ! she was the fairest, the brightest, the rarest, 
 
 The gentlest, the simplest, the mildest, 
 The tunefuUest, sweetest, the noblest, the meetest 
 
 For poet in vision the wildest ! 
 
 INTEKLTKEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Do 5611)6^6 ATji caUtí? AT) TcuAi|te. 
 
 Was conceived on earth the heroine 
 
 t)A c^h^]ifAC léi 50 b<vlcAib A ctx<vob-folc 
 
 So closely with her to ankles her branchy-locks (flowing locks) 
 
 bACAlUc UlATr)t>AC bVAllAÓ 
 
 Curled brilliant plaited 
 
 bA 6Alce lOOA AD yeab le SAirs^ bot) '5\ié]^ 
 More odorous than the treasure by valour to Greece 
 
 C115 CAln^A rt7AC jAfOl) uAibfiicc 
 Brought mighty son Jason haughty 
 ^y ir^ bA SAj-bA bA x^u]i)ze bA f-DAfbA 
 'Tis she was ingenious was well featured was comely 
 
 t)A oilce bA A]ce bA uAi]*le 
 Was well bred was cheerful was noble 
 
 bA b|i?e bA blAf&A bA cltfbe bA orjeAfbA 
 Was melodious was tasteful was active was meek 
 
 bA fuisce bo Att óeA]tCA]- Atn cuAftbAib. 
 Best formed of all I beheld in my sojournings. 
 
 The present Song was supplied by C. M'Sweeny, Esq. author of 
 " Songs of the Irish." Another copy appears in Mr. Michael 
 O'SuUivan's colleclion. 
 10 
 
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 *S ^ tn^U oe^y c^ol, ^)|t tt^ni^t^-t^ot^5 cUot), 
 
 "Oo ce^l^ le ^áiúitJ f lu^ijre : 
 t)jó ^jle t)^ "h-^-^l^, le ceittie^l ^ l^f-4jft, 
 
 ^ pe^t^f <4 ^0 léiti^ t^tay ^o i^euit, 
 5^t) e^vb^t), ^-dT} beim, ^^c bu4t) t^u^ : 
 
 ^ionajm, Y ^icim, ^ i)-)oi')4t), |*-d h-4ir)jm, 
 ^ cine, ^ c^jt^it), 1*^ c^ljl^cb ; 
 
 %i '\^Yipedfj, -d^e-dft^n, ^oli^ce, |*4 pe^ct>^)^, 
 "De l)|iv;r)5)0U t)^ ^c^^tr) -frolc, t)-t)U^lUc. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Slender pure mild to behold lier forehead (face) 
 
 2t)AifeAtT)uil joé^-jeAl ]*cumdaó 
 Comely countenance bright discreet 
 
 ^5U|- A idaIa óeA]' CAol Ai|i |tAri7A|t |iOf5 cIaoo 
 And her brow handsome slender on soft eye rolling 
 
 Do ceAÍs le jiiicib fluAi5ce 
 That pierced with arrows hosts (myriads) 
 
 Y)]b 5ile T)A bG'AlA le ceitT)Tol a Iatajii 
 
 The brightness of the swan with shade in flush (variegated) 
 
 ^75 i-^oi-tDA A5m* A5 CAi|-ti7eijic ior)A 5|tuA6t)A 
 Vieing and contending in her cheeks 
 
 ^5U]' T}] &li5ceAii 60 ceAC&Afi Ofob ufiiiAirT) t)A 5ftAbAn) 
 And not adjudged to either of them respect or esteem 
 
 "Nil looAb lotjA b^^isce curt) fuAjrtjnii* 
 
 Or a place in her face to I'epose (rest) 
 
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 Her mild, ample forehead was fair to behol<l, 
 
 Beautiful, polish'd, and tender; 
 Her ripe eye beneath the arched brow roU'd, 
 
 Darting its arrowy splendor — 
 The swan's virgin snows, and the hue of the rose, 
 
 In her soft, peachy cheek, were contending ; 
 Now white rules alone — now red holds the throne— 
 . And now in rare beauty they're blending ! 
 
 Her bosom of white, her waist of delight, 
 
 Ne'er glow'd to the clasp of a lover : 
 From her hair-wreathed crown to her glancing foot down, 
 
 She triumphs all rivals over ! 
 Her race and her name, her ancestral fame, 
 
 Her heroes, for valour's proud duty, 
 Her history's pages, the laws of her sages, 
 
 I question the flowing-hair'd beauty. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 1)a CA]lce A5UI* ho. 5éA]t A. mArn<v a5U|* a béjt» 
 So bright and so pointed her breasts and her teeth 
 
 ^V^uf A feAt^jA co|tp féirt) Div^i cfiuAiUeAcc 
 And her slender person tranquil not polluted 
 
 ^ peAjt^-A 50 lé]|i o bAcuf 50 |:eu|i 
 Her person altogether from head to grass (groxmd) 
 
 "Sad eAfbA jao béirn 3AC bixAÓ |xu5 
 Without loss without blemish each victory won 
 
 Tior)Airr) ajuj- A]C]n) a biooAft A5UI* a b<^l'7irf) 
 I ask and 1 entreat her home and her name 
 
 ?V c]T)e A CA]iAib A5u-p A caBIac& 
 Her ancestors her friends and her race 
 
 ^ |:unteAÍ) A ^♦eAitAi"} a &li7;ce A5UJ* a fieAc&A|b 
 Her tribe her inheritance her laws and her statutes 
 
 De b|tuit)5eAll ua ^catit) frolc ybuAlUc. 
 Of (the) maid (of) the flowing locks curling. 
 
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 Dot) Cjdt^y]i ^0 lejft |tjT) lu^jcfte : 
 Wo'i) ^)T)e-^e^r) Jfi^e^nr^, i)oc fe'in^ci^ le ^e^l- 
 
 le )r)3e^Uj]j ce^l^, Y cfvu^b-cljf . 
 
 W1 ce^ct)^|i' óe't) melt) feo lu^t>^)|* tve ; 
 5^r) ip^t)^ir\, ^4t) jtejm, ^^n Yu^)pce-dY : 
 
 le ttiiof ^4)1*. ^5 ^^lUi^ -^r) U4]3^j|t ; 
 lotv^p^Át), Y f 54)pe, 4)ft itio c-ádUct> ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 TfieAj^inr^ '^^ ^J^t) cu Ai) A|i)5||i ót) r)5ftéi5 
 Answer tliou me are you the fair one from Greece 
 
 C^jt caIatc &0T) C|%<\e bo f5ii<\.bAcc 
 
 Over ferry (ocean) to Troy was swept 
 
 Oo CAtitiAir)5 jODA bét5 ^ rnbA|tcAib ai? citéAb 
 
 Did draw (pursue) her after in barques the multitude (flock) 
 
 Oo At) CACA^It 50 léfll |l]l) luATCfte 
 
 Of the city all over made ashes (dust) 
 
 Mo At) ^ii)e bcAi) 5{xeAt)CA rjoc bo 111)6)5 le sbaIcai^ 
 Or the fair woman brilliant which did depart by insanity 
 
 bA ^uit)eAri)uil ^eATt5 a bcuAjijAti) 
 Vigorous warlike in contention 
 
 Oo HíiUeAÓ A t)G^n}u]r) A)ft co^rDiftceAO a CA]tAb 
 Was ruined in Emania on protecting her friends 
 
 Le ii)3eAlAjb coaIs A5uf cftuAb clji* 
 By stratagems treacherous and firm intrigues 
 
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 " Less fair was the Beauty the Phrygian boy 
 
 Had stolen from Menelaus' bower. 
 For whom gallant heroes contended with Troy, 
 
 Till flames wrapt its ultimate tower. 
 The fair bosom'd maid in Eraania betray'd 
 
 By wiles of a treacherous foeman, 
 And bright ones that long rais'd the rapture of song, 
 
 Should yield to thee, beautiful woman !" 
 
 " Alas ! that the lover his love should not know. 
 
 Though sorrow her beauty faded — 
 Forlorn, I wander, o'er-burden'd with woe, 
 
 Swayless, unhonoured, unaided ; 
 Poor, shackled, and prone 'neath the tyrant I groan. 
 
 While sharp lash and goad ever rend me ; 
 And brave hearts are still (they died on the hill,) 
 
 Who'd pour their last life to defend me." 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^ CA|tAÓ rDO ólé)b of A^tne 6uic roe 
 
 Darling my bosom (heart) not known to you me 
 
 M] ceAC&Ati be at) rrjéit) ]*eo luAOA^f nje 
 
 Not neither of the all these you mentioned me 
 
 ^CG feAcmAille |*C|tAe le ^a&a cii bpéit) 
 But a forlorn wanderer a long time in pain 
 
 Without esteem without sway without merriment 
 
 Sat) c|fbe jAt) ceAT)A|" An) iceAb a5U|* Att) 5gn^<.\b 
 Without treasure without favour devoured and lacerated 
 
 Le TmOf5Al]* A5 OAlÍAjb At? llAbAlU 
 
 Spitefully by Saxons the haughty 
 
 Cu5 rnjUgÓ A5ur mAflA 5AI) C|tt)0 5AI) CAifeAÓ 
 Brought ruin and disrespect without dignity without restitution 
 
 joii)AjtbA& A5u|* rs^ipe ^itt tT)o cAblACb. 
 Banishment and dispersion on ray followers (Uccts.) 
 
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 'S t)) Ví^pl í^<^ j^lftrn 4t) u^itt fit). 
 
 'S t)^ t)exi|ttfi^t) ^taoó^c co)f ^^^m cutti Sé^. 
 
 ttiu)r» 
 t)'e^f54jft t)0 pttéirh-f l)oct), Wu^ó^l^ic :' 
 SioU^)|ie, |*e^|*^tf^^c, |*oit)e4T)t>^, |*e^ttc^ni^it, 
 
 Dv;T)e t)0 p.^dc^y le wu\ip^m t>o f*^wvíl, 
 'S c^ cli|*t)e cutíi 13^11x11^ t>o cu^|tt)^c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 'Tis with lances destructive numberless furious 
 
 C|aeAl<MÍ7<vc cjteui) a &cu<v|i5<\it) 
 Warlike mighty in conflict 
 
 U5 CA]tIt<\1l)5 tíAO^ Att) Óélt) AT) A1Crt)e Í30 beAjt^AO 
 
 Approaching to my aid the tribe will give 
 
 S5AipeA6 ÓAit} péip A3uf ^ua]*5A]Ic 
 Dispel my pains and release 
 
 nujC^ilS DA OaDAI]! At|V mitlft ]Ot)A i)5eAlcAib 
 Fly will the Saxon with fury and insanity 
 
 '^y TOHAb i)A bplACA bo bA UAiTlé 
 From hai)itation of the chieftains most noble 
 
 ' P|tAf3ADAC, inflocks. This word I have substituted from 
 the Gaelic Dictionary published by the Highland Society, for 
 Pl^Ap30t)<^c, p|tAf50t)AÓ, which appear in every version of this 
 Song 1 have yet seen. 
 
 ^ Muaó^Iaic, James Nagle, a brother bard to whom this Song 
 is addressed by 605^1) T?UAb. An imperfect version of Nagle's 
 reply (which I have deferred publishing till I can procure a better 
 copy) appears in O'SulIivan's collection. 
 
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 " Lance-bearing warriors numberless, bold, 
 
 Death-dealing in hour of danger, 
 Shall burst, in red battle, the fetters that hold 
 
 Our limbs for the Saxon stranger — 
 When the national sword sweeps that tyrant abhorr'd 
 
 From the halls whence our chiefs were driven. 
 And the chieftains returning, for fierce conflict burning. 
 
 Shall raise our proud glory to heaven !" 
 
 Go, lead o'er the land a white-bosom'd band, 
 
 Proclaiming thy advent regal. 
 And bring the fair dames to thy true lover, James, 
 
 Sweet bard of the line of Nagle — 
 His heavenly songs speak thy glory and wrongs. 
 
 Thy hate of the false Saxon's power, — 
 Or should beauty's bright wing hover mute o'er the string, 
 
 He charms the dear bird to his bower ! 
 
 INTEKL,INEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ?^||i ^iUeAÓ \)A. feAbAC Ai|t bujUe can) caca 
 
 On return of the heroes maddened (eager) for battle 
 
 ^5iir '5f rn)5ll wo SAjitn? at; uAijt rip 
 And not single my sway at moment this 
 
 DACAb seAÍ bt)t 5Ar) pAjce a^ji a bCAob 
 Forty bright nymphs without nought on their side 
 
 ^ rf)AT5AlAicc li']5irt) uA^rn leAC 
 You charmer I let from me with you 
 
 ^5u]* niv &eA|trt7A& 5IA0ÓAÓ cotT AbAio curt) SeAtt^v;]* 
 And dont forget calling foot of a rivulet to James 
 
 Do eAr5Aifi &o p|iéirt> f\-\oct3 Nua651a]c 
 Who bloomed of the prime stock of Nagles 
 
 S|ollAijte i-eAj-AiiiAc I'OirjeATJ&A f^'*'^!^'''^"'"!^ 
 Stripling persevering well-tempered affectionate 
 
 b]leArT7A]l blA^&A bleAcb 6u<xr)CAC 
 Stout sweet kind poetical 
 
 Du]i)e bo jIaca^ le n)vi|i]tAiT) bo fAri^uil 
 A man who receives with caresses your equal 
 
 '^jm* civ cl^r^e curt) bAllAjC bo CUAflbAC 
 
 And is active to wallet to search (develop^) 
 
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 %i t>zn)f 6)t)ce, ^ iv^^oftu^ ceo ; 
 
 "litii ior)t*^it)e ^o yem ^]\\ f eol : 
 ^ céjíj ^jjv ^xit> 't)^ búcUoj, 
 
 Jo c|t^oB4c, c^ft)4, ciíitn^iv-^v;^^' 
 W^ fíuí)|*^1t)e, ^o bé-^l 4 b|i65. 
 
 t>^ it)40ftt)4, n)^j)^e^c, itivjr)ce i, 
 t)^ C)VÍÍ) '), 'X b^ f éjíí) 4t cloó ; 
 
 ?D^|t óttúci: 3lií)r) <t^ t)é^t)4Ó xpó)\\z : 
 ^ t)eit) tti^jt c^)\c iM T)-t)lv?ú cjott, 
 
 W^|t ólúú^be^^ le céile f 6|*. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Alone awhile walking I was 
 
 ?V bcuif o|óóe A i)5A0|icA ceo 
 
 Early (in the) night in a valley misty 
 
 Le AH) CAob 5ufi eeAitcA]- |.*iot)[tui5uit) 
 By my side that I beheld a fair queen 
 
 Urr> ior)fAióe 50 |-éirt) Ai|t |*eol 
 Approaching me mildly with speed 
 
 ?V céib AIII V'í^'5 T)A búclAO^ 
 Her hair altogether in buckles 
 
 U5 cAbAijtc rfor ^ITi T5él'^ <^t) ó||t 
 Reaching down adorned like gold 
 
 3o cfiAobAC CA]-&A civrijAir bvióe 
 In ringlets twisted edge yellow 
 
 Ma jrunr^l^^ 50 béAÍ a b|tÓ5 
 
 In bands to meet her shoes (béAl, mouth.) 
 
7.i 
 
 RETURN OF PRINCE CHARLES. 
 
 Air — ^'■Binsheen Luachra'^ {Bunch of Rushes.) 
 
 Alone as T was roaming, 
 By misty vale of beauty green, 
 I spied, amid the gloaming 
 Approaching, a fair young queen ; 
 And as she mov'd in lightness, 
 Her wreathed ringlets' flaxen flow, 
 Swept o'er her foot of whiteness, 
 Like gold wreaths on virgin snow ! 
 
 She mov'd, a beauteous maiden, 
 With mild grace and modest mien, 
 And blue eye laughter-laden. 
 Like dew-drop on rose-bud seen ; 
 And cheek of peachy splendour, 
 And chalk-white teeth of stainless hue, 
 And form of beauty slender. 
 That clasp of lover never knew — 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 bot rijAO^OA rT)<\T]*eAc mv^nre f 
 Gentle beautiful well-bred she 
 
 bA C|uio 1 '^B^X ^'^ V^]n) A clot) 
 Silent she and mild her features 
 
 b<x CAOrb A beA|ic ASUf a yCi]l jttftj 
 Kind her eye and her eye mirthful 
 
 20A|t 6ftúcc si]!) A3 béAtíAÓ j-póiiic 
 Like dew bright doing sport 
 
 ^ íjélb rnAft cAjlc tjA t)blúic oioft" 
 Her teeth like chalk (of) the close combs (honeycombs) 
 
 Without stain were neatly arranged 
 
 ^3u|* A b<^olco|tp ]-eA]-5A||i fubAc f|o5Ac 
 And her bright person pure cheerful tranquil 
 
 Miv|t blúcAiÓeA^ le cé]le póf. 
 Not pressed by a spouse, yet. 
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 W^ ^T)vj|* iri'jT), b^ tti^ojio^, móó^ttivíl ; 
 
 i^ C'dol A mul4 ólúú-c^oir), 
 'S ^hé)Vm hl-dYt)4i, bu4t)^c, bin, 
 
 Wó'T) léijt 4 líie^f ^tift b'ionu^ojlj, 
 t)4m íot)f ^ióe 4t> §-40|t, 'n^'t> clóó ? 
 ^r) ru't) 13éic' úu^ |*eajto Y t^ui7-ottóit>e, 
 Do óu' ^tioióe 13)t> zpé^xT) 4)|t cóí|t, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Are berries (red) and snow (vVhite) in motion constant 
 
 Na 5nr||- Ti)ín b<v n7<Nop6<v n)o6Awii]\ 
 
 In her countenance smooth gentle mild 
 
 ^ })^At>Ar) leACAt) uit ti7ii]óirn 
 Her forehead broad fresh I proclaim 
 
 Without stain any propitious prosperous (sumptuous) 
 
 \)A CAol A IDaIa dIÚC CAOtO 
 
 Slender her brow close mild 
 
 • I cannot ascertain who the " fair one" mentioned here is, unless 
 the poet alludes to ^oiire, daughter of Ujib^eirne, who fell 
 violently in love with CúculUli) on account of his lofty fame, 
 during the time he was studying lessons of chivalry under S5ACA15, 
 an heroine who resided in Scotland ; but, it does not appear that 
 ?Xoi^e was married, therefore the poet's tale is not fully borne out, 
 as he represents her as leaving her lawful spouse ; however, she proved 
 with child by Cácu\\c^]^.— Vi(ie Keating's Ireland. 
 
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 she mocks the vermiel cluster 
 
 That forms the quick beam's coronal ; 
 
 The snow-flake's virgin lustre, 
 
 Ere on earth its whiteness fall : 
 
 No swan, such neck revealing. 
 
 Has o'er his watery mirror hung ; 
 
 No fairv strain soft-stealing. 
 
 Like music from her warbling tongue ! 
 
 " O ! beauty-clothed creature ! 
 
 What star thy dweliing-place hath been? 
 
 Or can I scan thy feature, 
 
 Unscathed by thy beauty's sheen ? 
 
 Art thou the fair one burning 
 
 With fiercest love, that burst her bower, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 And her long neck like swan sailing (on lake) 
 
 ^JU]* A béiljt) bÍAfbA buAÓAC b]^ 
 And her small mouth sweet winning melodious 
 
 CeAÍ)rA]6e t)í^Tt obAÓ rt)0]b. 
 Chaste not refuse vow. 
 
 ^ fpeiitbeAD coeAfbA ciuin CAOft) 
 Fair one affectionate silent mild 
 
 Ca a|i |-c|uftAi6eA5 a ^cé|0 fto f*6ftc 
 W^hence driven afar thy sort 
 
 Mo AO léfti A rbeAf jvfi bA ioi)CAo]b 
 Or is it expected that 'tis safe 
 
 Oait) tor)r''^1'56 '^'^ "5^*^^^ '^^ ■^^ ólóó 
 For me to approach you nigh or thy person 
 
 ^0 cu Au hi^\t cup5 i-eAfic A5Uf jnát) cjioibe 
 Art thou tlie nymph gave affection and secret of heart 
 
 Do Cy 5|to|6e h] cit&At) a. oróit^ 
 To t'uchuUain heroic was mighty in pursuit 
 
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 Jo t)ulJ-c|toít)e^c le ^éjll t)on ^^pofíc ? 
 
 Jo t)u13-r|t6jt)e^c ^t) éi^iot) ^leó : 
 Wó't) ^é)ú- le'|t c-d)Ue<4t) Cuti^^i^íi, 
 
 Ho'r) f péift-lje^i) cr)e^^t)<i, 'óúM-dojbe^c, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 And her spouse just did leave she 
 
 3o bubcfioioCAc le 5éill bo ah |*pójtc. 
 Dismal-hearted to yield to the sport. 
 
 Ur) cu D&T|i&|ie mAifeAC búó bjó 
 Art thou Deirdre blooming mouth melodiou* 
 
 Do cjtv C.15 bo p|aé]tb O^ leÓ5<M) 
 Whose blood sprang of root of heroes 
 
 WiiAlit C|tA0C<\6 fUlc A5u|' Tioij ní5 
 ^\'hen conquered chiefs and JFionn King 
 
 2 The lady mentioned here by the poet is bl^ri)Ai&, daughter to 
 the governor of the Isle of Man, who surpassed all the women of 
 her time in exquisite figure and beauty ; and though obtained as a 
 prize by CtijiAijb ^Cac Oivi|ie, on account of the assistance he 
 rendered the heroes of the Red Branch in plundering the island, and 
 the dire contest he had with CuchuUuinn afterwards on her account, 
 when he tied him neck and heels and left him shackled like a cap- 
 tive after cutting off his hair with his sword; yet her attachment 
 was so warm towards Cvcbull<vii), that she contrived the following 
 stratagem to enable him to obtain her. 
 
 She persuaded Cn\i6^\r))^ that he ought to erect a palace for him- 
 self that should excel ail the royal palaces in the kingdom, and that 
 he might do so by sending the CUdUA OoíJi^a to gather and col- 
 lect all the large upright stones in the kingdom to form this palace. 
 Her reason for this was, that the CUí)a Oeív5A «night be dispersed 
 
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 And left her lone one mourning, 
 To share CuchuUin's blissful hour r" 
 
 " Or Deirdre, beauteous rare one, 
 
 The curse of Ullad's land of grief, 
 
 Where for the fatal fair one 
 
 Were strewn, in battle, king and chief? 
 
 Or left the great Mac Dary 
 
 Beside his recent fortress low ? 
 
 Or laid green Erin weary, 
 
 Low chaln'd beneath oppression's blow?" 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Le bub citoibe<xcc An ei^jo») 5leo 
 By dismal heart rending in violence of battle 
 
 Wo ^x) hé]z le A|; CAjlleAO Cufi<x|5b 
 
 Or the nymph by whom slain (lost) Curaigh 
 
 '5c>x) |onr<xo|b ^5 &&<M)*^6 Ai) pói|ic 
 Without reliance in making the bank 
 
 "No At) i'péjjtbeAn ctjeAj-bA óúblv\0|6eAc 
 Or the fair woman mild doubled 
 
 Wa r"HM^ Sr^l^ 0^11^ Bute ceo. 
 In vapour artificial on Eirin mist. 
 
 in distant parts of Ireland, far from CujiAiT^b, ** '^® ^^"^® *^** 
 Cue ullAji) should come to carry her off. CiicuHa]^, being in- 
 formed that the CIaI^a Oei\5A were scattered over the kingdom, 
 sets out privately, and soon arrived at a wood near the seat of 
 CuitAljb) ^"'^ sends secretly to inform t)lAcr)A]& of his arrival, 
 with a large body of troops along with him. She sends him word 
 that she would steal CuiiAi5b'r sword, and then as a sign of attack, 
 that she would spill a large vessel of new milk that was in the house 
 into the rivulet which flowed from the castle through the wood where 
 CúcullAin ^^'^s concealed. Having heard this, in a short time he 
 perceived the stream white with the milk, when, sallying out, they 
 forced into the palace and slew Cu]\£^]]^\)) ^^'^'^ ^'^^ ^^*'"^ ^"'^ """ 
 armed, and took bUcr)Ai & away with them to Ulster. This river was 
 then called TlotjtlAH", from beingmade white with m'uk.— Keating. 
 For the fate of V)Uci)A1Ó see note at page 3'2 of this work. 
 
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 V^'f bé^f ^c, bU|*C)^, hue, bin, 
 
 •' M) -40Í) t)0't) ttie^)* ^ jivit) |*K), 
 'S t)iulúxiijjir) ^o Ivé^^ t>o't> fópz ? 
 
 Jo t)\x\)-c\ioy6eAc ^ T)-t)M)S ^^^ leoj^t) ; 
 'S mo cpé^cz' ^jft le^ú^ó ^^ bvjitjb. 
 Urn fni^ IJít) t)<t ^Uot) Atn t>eol !" 
 
 X^*Á\i T)-íoT)f ^jóe ^o Ti-é^|*^4ó ^itt f eol ; 
 'S |téjóf jt> t*e^l mo cu|t|*<4jóe, 
 
 ^lít í?ú|t^jDi^ t)^ t)-c|t^oc<it> ^)|i f eoó ; 
 'S í)) leuio Ijom U^ ^<it) Ivjc pvjo, 
 5^0 zpn^i t)íob r)4jt Jéjll t)or) 6pt>.*' 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^l* béA]*Ac blAr&A búc bíO 
 
 'Tis well-bred tasteful mouth melodious 
 
 ^búbAi|tc ^í 50 x^]*V ^AO 5Ó 
 
 Said she mildly without doubt (deceit) 
 
 N| Aot) bo Ab ri)eAf a fiú|T) ]-íp 
 Not one of thy expectation my dear me 
 
 %5ur biulcAi5|n) 30 béA5 bo ao fófic 
 And 1 renounce at once thy sort 
 
 ^f hé.]t me CAifbiol búcAj&e 
 A nymph I am travelled kingdoms 
 
 00 búb-ciiO]óeAC a nbtAjj tDo leó5Atj 
 Dismal-hearted after my hero 
 
 ?Jk.i^(ir iDO ójiéAccA A||i lev\rAÓ A5 bv]itib 
 And my person spread by boors 
 
 Uh) fii^A bjb i)A i-Uob All? 8eó{. 
 Me soaking they are the nmrderers me sucking-. 
 
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 As strains by haunted fountain, 
 Thus broke her magic melody : — 
 " The frail ones thou'rt recounting-, 
 Sweet poet, are no mates for me : 
 O'er wilds I roam forsaken 
 To find my royal love again; 
 While woes my plaints awaken, 
 And tyrants draw my dearest vein !'' 
 
 ** But Charles is returning. 
 
 With warriors brave, and flowing sail, 
 
 To ease my bosom's burning — 
 
 To free, in battle fierce, the Gael ! 
 
 And when we've quell'd the caitllFs 
 
 That made our holy priesthood die, 
 
 Gr«en Erin's glorious natives 
 
 Shall swell the song of trluinph high I" 
 
 INTEKIilliEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Is Charles swift and his troops valiant 
 
 Do <N|t T)ionf Ajoe 50 IjéAfjA Aiit feól 
 
 To us approaching in haste on sail (sailing) 
 
 And will free awhile my afflictions (ways) 
 
 ^5 cuitAtó^b le pAobAji sleo 
 By heroes in fierce combat 
 
 t)ei8 i'é^&e CA|tcA A^ay h]iCi]i f-joft 
 Will be blowing tossing and crushing constant 
 
 ^]]x bú|tíiió]b 6ív bcpAOCAÓ Aifi veo8 
 On boors conquered decayed (withered) 
 
 ^3u|* i)i letu) liotT) Ia5 5<xt) lú]c pvró 
 
 And not woful with me weak without nimbleness much 
 
 5ac cjiuAJ 6fob t)ivfi 3^iU bo At) óftb 
 
 Each wretch of them not obey to the order (creed) 
 
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 " t)eió clé)|t r)4 ■^-ce'dct> ^^t) prjc'm, 
 ■^5 Ú|t-tt1V5Óe41t) ^í) 40T) ttieic cóití ; 
 
 bejó 't) c|té4t) x^ ufie^t'^^it^ feuB^c f jí), 
 
 %^ *-* ♦^ ^/%, W %-^ *.* *^fc 
 
 Seocó úojl ! r)4 ^o)l ^o ^oil ? 
 
 Do je4l34)|t ^4r) t)e4|íni4t) 4 t>-z^)x%e %^c |*eoit), 
 
 Oo í') 45 4D f*íf)f e^jt 1tJ0^64, |101íl4t> ; 
 
 ^t) einiMM w.ji4jr óujwh y ^oS'^im. 
 
 Seocó úoil, r)4 ^ojl ^o ^óil ? 
 Seocó \e^V|X>, a cm\)^)V)\) x^ t^óijt, 
 Wo cv;^ cé4t> cútíi4t> 50 t>u^4c 1^401 bfiót) ! 
 Tu ^^ i^ile 'r)4 |*ul Y t)0 coiti ^^r) lot) ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Will be clergy of the lessons without mask (hinderance) 
 
 ÍVtj ú|iiiiuióeAri7 At) AOt) Tt^efc có]|i 
 Exulting in the only son just 
 
 ^Vjuy éisre ce^tvc 6iv hCAbA||tc i^ioi* 
 And poets true giving down 
 
 'Sac yt\Qr) Iao| 50 i)éACA a tjcIoO 
 Each fair lay neatly in form 
 
 bei6 At) CjtéAb fo citeA]'5Ai|i feúbAC f^ij 
 Will be the drove this conquered sorrowful us 
 
 Sai) liot)rA]óe 5At) péAfbA A|fi bofift 
 Without liquors without feasts on table 
 
 ^5Ul* SAOIÓejl 50 l-eAfJAtfl ^ÓJAC i-focAC 
 
 And Gael comfortable prosperous tranquil 
 
 Ma t)búcAi6e 50 féAt)ri)A|i fluAJAC. 
 In their territories happy populous. 
 
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 ** The priests in dark caves hiding, 
 Shall altars raise to heaven's King — 
 The bard, with wolves abiding, 
 Again shall wake sweet music's string- 
 When from our fierce oppressors, 
 We free the land of saint and sage, 
 Green Erin's bold redressors 
 Shall hold their fathers' heritage!" 
 
 ^^«^^« «i^%^%>^%^%« 
 
 THE LULLABY* 
 Original Air. 
 Hush, baby mine, and weep no more, — 
 Each gem thy regal fathers wore, 
 When Erin, Emerald Isle, was free, 
 Thy poet sire bequeaths to thee I 
 
 Hush, baby dear, and weep no more ; 
 
 Hush, baby mine, my treasur'd store ; 
 
 My heart-wrung sigh, my grief, my groan, 
 
 Thy tearful eye, thy hunger's moan ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Seocó cojl i)iv 501I 30 poll 
 Hush dear not cry for awhile 
 
 Co 5e<\b<vifi 3AT) feeATtn7v\b a bcA]f5e 5*6 feóib 
 You will get without mistake as a treasure each jewel 
 
 Do bjó Á5 Ab f]x)\'eA\i jtío^ÓA ^xónj^b 
 That was with your ancestors kingly before you 
 
 Ut) é]\i]\) iAC5Uif Cun") A5U|* GojAin 
 In Erin isle green Conn and Eoghan 
 
 Seocó to]l 15ÍV 50]l 50 fró]l 
 Hush dear not cry awhile (yet) 
 
 Seoco le^nb a cuwA]r) t-a. fcó)|t 
 Hush child my darling and treasure 
 
 2Co óú|3 céAí) cvtt)AÓ 50 bvbAÓ ifAO] b|ión 
 My five hundred woes gloomy under sorrow 
 
 * The " Lullaby" had its rise in the following circumstance : — 
 In one of these seasons of fixedness which would sometimes occur, 
 at irregular intervals, in thelifeof the itinerant, potato-digging poet, 
 
Do tJrn ^z ^í^ t>-qiiutt ^ ^-clv5t) ^401 c6imexit> ; 
 ^T)yc^^ t)0 Fit) 4^ pti^M, b^ §t^e<<iT)U4'r) cf eo)t), 
 'S ^t) c-rl^t: t)0 bit» ^3 ?D^i01S, jT)it) t)jOT) feo 
 Y rfteoiji'. 
 
 Seoco coil! ic. 
 
 Do Je^b^Jtt 4t) C40jl e^c, e^Dfiom, 6^, 
 Do §e^lJ4itt ^t) |*|t)-dr) Y ^í^ l^lUic 6i|i ; 
 t)it> ^3 l^'Ci'llDe' ^)of),' b^ ce^F) ^jft úoift, 
 ^i^ |iU4^4t) DaD^jjt Ó C^ii^e^U i)^ i)-0|it). 
 
 Beoto úoil ! ic 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Do 5eAbA]ii Aiji bcu]!* At) cúbAl a& 6Ó|& 
 You will get at first the apple in thy hand 
 
 Do bíó A3 Ai) bcpiuji A 5clúib p<\oi cóirbeAb 
 That was with the three in secret under care 
 
 ^t) |*CAp bo bíó A3 pAT) bA 5|ieAt)CA At) rt*eoib 
 The staff that was had Pan most brilliant the jewel 
 
 ^V^ii^ At) cfÍACbo bfó A5 2^v\oi]" 5t)í6 bjot) bo "] cireoi^i 
 And the rod that was had Moses made shelter to him and guide 
 
 Owen Roe had squatted down, as our transatlantic brethren would 
 term it, upon the verge of a bog in a rural district of the County 
 Limerick, When the many-tongued monster, whose wonderous 
 attributes Owen often rehearsed from the classic page of Virgil, to 
 many a red-shinned student, had announced the poet's intention of 
 opening the stores of ancient literature in that locality, the Greek- 
 and-Latin-loving gorAoo«.y hailed with a joy which Irish striplings 
 alone can feel, and when felt can only properly express, the advent 
 of so much wit and learning to their favoured neighbourhood. It 
 was but the work of an hour to raise a turf-built college, some sixty 
 feet long and twelve feet wide, furnished with ranges of seats cut 
 from the neighbouring bog, on which the numerous students might 
 extend their breechless shanks, and luxuriate in all that freedom of 
 motion so utterly unknown among the unhappy worshippers of wis- 
 dom at desks and forms. Here the poet continued to tear up ig- 
 norance by the roots to the satisfaction of the entire parish, including 
 the priest himself, when on an unfortunate day, entered one of the 
 frail divinities of Owen's adoration, in the shape of a fair young 
 woman who had come to seek him from the last district in which 
 he had been " serenading." She approached the master of the hedge 
 academy, and reproaching him as the author of her shame and 
 
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 I'll give the IVuit the Phrygian boy 
 Bestow'd on Vemis, queen of Joy — ■ 
 The staff of Pan, the shepherd's god, 
 And Moses' wonder-working rod. 
 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. Sic. 
 
 The steed of golden housings rare 
 Bestrode by glorious Falvey Fair — 
 The chief who at the Boync did shroud, 
 In bloody wave, the sea-kings proud ! 
 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. Sec. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Do 5eAbATfi ci) cao)1 e<\c (jAbjion? 65 
 You will get the slender steed fleet young 
 
 Do 5eAbAifi Ai) rrijAn ^-^uy ai) ]aIIaic óni 
 You will get tlie reins and the saddle of gold 
 
 b:6 A5 T^ilbe p|oi) Ba ceAil Aift có|]t 
 Was had Failvy fair powerful in pursuit 
 
 U5 IXUA5AÓ DAt)AI[t O C'AjI'eAll 1)A D-Ott^- 
 
 Expelling Danes from Cashell of the Orders. 
 
 sorrow, gave one wild cry, and one enduring kiss to a beautiful babe 
 which she had borne at her bosom, and now laid on her seducer's 
 knee, and departed in audible grief. The reader can conceive the 
 feelings of the unfortunate father, exposed to the jibes of the boys- 
 jibes which no magisterial authority could restrain — and the certain 
 denunciation of Father John on the next Sunday. The Scholars 
 had an early dismissal— and anon as the day was wearing late, the 
 young pledge of Owen's licentious love, having missed his mamma, 
 set up a squalling which rung shrill and ominous through the de- 
 serted hovel. The poet, to still its infantile clamour, administered 
 the extemporary stanzas of the Lullaby, until the weeping mother, 
 urged by maternal affection, returned again to claim the child, and 
 rid poor Owen of a heavy load of affliction. 
 
 * Tiv,]lbe T}ox}, a distinguished Irish Admiral, who gave battle 
 to the Danes, and rescued CeAlUoivn, king of Cashel, whom they 
 had taken prisoner, and tied with cords to the main- mast of one of 
 their ships ; but after making great havoc amongst the Danes, he was 
 at length overpowered and slain. Before he took the command 
 of the Munster fleet, he was successful in several engagements with 
 the Danes, who at that time made great ravages in Munster. 
 
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 Seoúo í;oil ! -|C. 
 
 loUitt Tlé)de, cAOl cpo)z ceoit, 
 
 Seoúo éoil ! nc. 
 
 T)o Je4^^i]t loiti|t^t) |*^ipl3iti^ ^T) ó^]i, 
 
 '^u's )'dYOí) z\ié^r) t>o'r) tiP^'^Z -W ^^t^^ 5 
 
 'S ^t) zp'é^v e^c cuú^i^, me^ii, cum^v-^c, 6:5, 
 
 Seoéo éoil ! ic. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 You will get sword illumined the hilt of gold 
 
 That was had Brian slaying the hosts 
 
 ^t) bo5A b)Ó A3 2t3uitCA6 At) u]icAi|i rbóiít 
 
 The bow had Murrough the aim expert (great) 
 
 ^Vj CATC CluAncAiftb A5 cjteAfSATit t)a i)C]teo]D. 
 In battle of Clontarf slaying the mighty. 
 
 ' t)|tlAT), Brian Boroimhe. Tradition says that the sword of 
 Brian, besides having a golden hilt, was so highly ornamented with 
 precious stones, that its refulgence gave light to all around. 
 
 ^ 2t)uncA6, Murrough, Brian's son who was one of the most 
 expert bowmen of his day, and made great havoc at the battle of 
 Clontarf. 
 
 * ^n&cú, Swift hound. Tradition states that this hound was m 
 the possession of one of the kings of Cashel. and was so well trained 
 that it used to run from Cashel to Bunratty, and bring news of the 
 approach or landing of an enemy in the harbour. 
 
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 Brian's golden-hilted sword of light, 
 That flashed despair on foeman's flight ; 
 And Murrough's fierce far-shooting bow 
 That at Clontarf laid heroes low. 
 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. &c. 
 
 The courier hound that tidings bore 
 From Cashel to Bunratty's shore ; 
 The eagle from the hill of song, 
 And Skellig's hawk, the fierce and strong. 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. &c. 
 
 I'll give besides the golden fleece 
 That Jason bore to glorious Greece ; 
 The harp-sung steed that history boasts 
 Cuchullin's — mighty chief of hosts ! 
 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. &c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 High hound that journeyed from Cashel the heroes 
 
 leÓ5At) ■\:^]tce IJutjfiA^ce i)a ^eól 
 From hero plain Bunratty the sails (shipping) 
 
 )ol<vi|i |*léibe CAol ottoic ceo]l 
 Eagle mountain slender plover melodious 
 
 iVjuf j-eAbAc OA reilj o Sjeilj ha t*5eól. 
 And hawk of the chase from Skellig of the tales. 
 
 Do geAbAtfv loiDiiAÓ fAi&b]tt An out 
 You will get fleece rich the gold 
 
 Cu5 1a|*oo c|téAt) boi) 3|t&i5 ^IT^ bójtb 
 Brought by Jason mighty to Greece on board (shipboard) 
 
 iVjui* At) c|téÁT) eAc CUCA15 rrjeA]i cuttjATAc 05 
 And the mighty steed prancing swift powerful young 
 
 Do h\6 A5 Ci'vcumii) ceA^iiriT^Ae ')A |*Iua5A. 
 That was had CuchuUain chieftain of the hosts. 
 
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 r»o %e^d^)]i Yie^i^ %i)C)l, h-d c-dUtM ^ D-^leó, 
 éit)e ÓOMW^iHl, t)0 Vuftr^t) le i:]teom, 
 
 Seoúo coil ! ic. 
 
 Do te-d^^)p clome^w tlMM» b^ líorfic^ ^ D-'jl^o. 
 'S ^r) i^K Fit) ^5 Dmn^U1D,qil^ie n^leoj^r); 
 Clo^^t> cu]x^r)Z4i OSJUIU ttioitt, 
 
 Seoúo úoil! ic. 
 
 Do ie^^^)]t ^ IeiT)b m^t^ uuiUe leo 'ti r-r^o)t>, 
 Cu^ ^Oli^e- t>'é)Y ^^c cejiti t)0'i) leó§4n ; 
 le'tt tri^iriiJ '^e^iU-Ol'^S'^, b^ t)i-4T) ^ t)-v:6)|t, 
 'S COMl^OÓ n^YAl, u-dilijie^c, 05 ! 
 
 Seoúó to)i ! ic. 
 
 Do ^e/vl3^Jtt 3^1) ttie^t^B^U -fi^t^lt^m ^^c |*eo)t), 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRAlSSIiATION. 
 
 Do 5eAbAiri rleA3A U]cill b<v caIoja a osleo 
 You will get spear of Achilles powerful in battle 
 
 Ujuf cfiAOireAO TjO 5AI) rbojll Ab óótb 
 And javelin Fionas without delay in your hand 
 
 é|&e CooAiU t>o bA uitfAÓ le cfteoiu 
 Armour Conall who was intrepid with heroes 
 
 ^5"r r31^1^ 5®^^ MAoir <> citAOib i)A |-luA5A. 
 And shield bright Naisi from branch the hosts. 
 
 Do 5eAbAi|i clóiÓeATÍ) Tfi) bA IfomcA a Dsleo 
 You will get sword Fionn so keen in battle 
 U-^uf AT) 5AIC bf6 A3 DiA]in)u^t» cftiAic t)A leÓ5Ai) 
 And the spear was had Derniot chief the heroes 
 
 Clo5Ab cupAijcA Orsun^ n}ó|ft 
 Helmet heroic Osgar great 
 
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 His spear who wrought great Hector's fall, 
 The mighty javelin of Fiiigal, 
 The coat of mail that Connal wore, 
 The shield that Naois in battle bore. 
 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. &c. 
 
 Fingal's swift sword of death and fear. 
 And Diarmid's host-compelling spear, 
 The helm that guarded Oscar's head, 
 When fierce Mac Treoin beneath him bled. 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. &c. 
 
 Son of old chiefs I to thee is due 
 The gift Aoife gave her champion true, 
 Which seal'd for aye Ferdia's doom, 
 And gave young Conlaoch to the tomb, 
 Hush, baby dear; &c. &c. 
 
 Nor shall it be ungiven, unsung. 
 The mantle dark of Dulaing young. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ?X^|t pA|cce i)A Té]r)e t\iAOC n^vc Cfieó|i). 
 On plain of the Fenians subdued son of Treoiti. 
 
 Do ;^eAbA]it a le^nb xr)c^\i rujlle leó ad cfeoib 
 You will get child as addition with them the jewel 
 
 Cu5 ?Xot^e i)o &n* 3AC céin) &o at) leó5At) 
 Gave Aoife after each dignity to the hero 
 
 Le A|i rT)Ai|tb TeA|ibiA3A bA 6jat) a fecóni 
 By which he slew Ferdia severe in pursuit 
 
 i^JUf CooIaOC UAfAl UAibjieAC Ó5. 
 And Conlaoch noble haughty young. 
 
 Do jeAbAiit 5AI) ii}eAfib<xll ^-AiifiAio jac |*e6ib 
 You will get without mistake besides each gem 
 
 DfotjbfiAc búbftAÓ DáblAii)5 ^15 
 Mantle dark of Dubhlaing young 
 
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 Seoúo éojl ! "ic. 
 
 W^ 'í) |ié)lcjoí) ^|t)T) éu^ PUDUW, f^flu4j^, 
 Jo b^r) r)^ rtt^oj, ^41) cim, ^^r) rfteoift. 
 
 Seoco to)i\ -yc. 
 
 Do Je^b^jjt r))4t) i)it^ iíiv,t)e4f oftc ^óf , 
 Jlojrie t)0'n fr)or) ^íó bftjojifi^it, yoty^mYil ; 
 Do i:4|i.]t4ir)^e4c l^e-T^e- 4t) ftéilc)Oí) 6^, 
 Óufti 3upire-n t^oc n^ r)-t>éiúe ^jft boftt). 
 
 Seoúo úojl ! ic. 
 
 Do ^e^B^jft rvjUe í)átt 1f)>*jt)e4f ^íóf , 
 ^t) 541Ú úu^ ^iOWJUS z\íé^\) 'VjA t>6jt) ; 
 Do tfí-4C C4lni4 Uj t)^!]!)^^, óá ójot) ^)\^ tó)\\, 
 W^\i h-d linmc 4í) p^V) ^o t>i4r) 'r)4 óe^lj^)^. 
 
 Seoco úojl ! ic. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Do óe]leÁ6 a gnúff a 5Córb5itAc fluA5A 
 That concealed his shape nigh to hosts 
 
 Usiif e A5 ]-io|icui|i Uoo 50 fAoo 6ik. bciteoifi. 
 And he depriving heroes feebly of their might. 
 
 Do jeAb^iii ]iio-^^]\i rbio cAif njoOAmu^l 
 You will get a princess smooth soft modest 
 
 Uf Ailtje B^AOi A5uf Af cAOine j^duajja 
 
 So handsome countenance and so mild visage 
 
 MiV At) fell Ce AD 31111") CU3 P|llAmA5Ul*A fluAJjA 
 
 Than the star mirthful brought by Priam and his hosts 
 
 3o h'^x) i)A CnAOi SAT) cfrt) 3AD cfteont. 
 To plain of Troy without dread without guide. 
 
 Do jeAbAtjt njA& Tjart n)ui6eAf o|tc póf 
 You will got honour not boasted on you yet 
 
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 That viewless left the chief who laid 
 Whole hosts beneath his battle-blade. 
 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. &c. 
 
 And eke a maid of modest mien, 
 Of charms beyond the Spartan queen, 
 Whose awful, soul-subduing- charms 
 Mov'd Priam to dare a world in arms ! 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. &c. 
 
 For thee shall sparkle, in my lays, 
 Rich nectar from young Hebe's vase, 
 Who fiU'd the cup, in heav'n's abodes. 
 For Jove amid the feast of Gods — 
 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. &c. 
 
 Another boon shall grace thy hand, 
 Mac Duivne's life-protecting brand, 
 Great Aongus' gift, when Fenian foe 
 Pursued his path with shaft and bow. 
 
 Hush, baby dear, &c. Sic, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 5lo|r)e bo ai) bpjot) bjó bftí05ri)Aii t[ó^'MÍ)U]1 
 Glass of the wine was powerful sumptuous 
 
 Do cAi^AjD^eAc \)ehe <w) ]\é}\z]o\) 05 
 Supplied by Hebe the star young 
 
 Cunj )up]ceti Iaoc t)<v i)bé-]ie Aifi bopb 
 To Jupiter hero of the deities on table 
 
 Oo 5eAbAi]i cmlle r)'^]^ ^oy^Sec^y yoy 
 You will get more not mentioned by me yet 
 
 '^D 5A]c CU5 '^ot)5m' cji&<\r> ]0X)c<, óóih 
 The spear gave Aongus valiant in his hand 
 
 Oo tijAC caIi17a ui Duibije i>i\ ofoi) A]\i rói|i 
 To son mighty Duinn protecting him from pursuers 
 
 2DA|t bA tT)ll)IC Al) TlAÍ) 50 &]A1) ]0\)'S óeo)5 
 
 As frequently the Fenians severe after him (in pursuit) 
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 Do ^e-4b-<tj[t |*xiíU u^)iti, f jot), Y ^&ojjt, 
 'S e^iD^c 'r)^ t)^)ce b^ tti^i|*e óo ú|teoin ; 
 •^ct) 6 rim t)0 tfiVTttie cuj-4tti f ^í) ft6t>, 
 W) Je^ll^^t) u^im t)v;i:, t>U4if tjá ^eojt). 
 Seoúo úójl ! T)á ^oil 50 fíojl ? 
 Seoúo leit)lj, ^ cuw^in 1*^ fzó^p, 
 Wo cvj^ ce^t) cúit)^t) ^o t)ué/tc -fí^oi Bftor) 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Do jeAbA^i fAíll uA]n) ^jot) A5U|* beoi|i 
 You will get dainties from me wine and beer 
 
 ^"^uy éAti^c iot)<v x)A]ce bA n)c]ye So t\ieo\\) 
 And raiment with them befitting' a chief 
 
 ?^ó& o c]n) bo rbtt|roe 'cd^^ny fAH jtób 
 But as I see your mamma to me on the road 
 
 Wf jeoiUpAb u^inj t)u\z buA^f t)ív feo)b. 
 Not will I promise from me to you gift or jewel. 
 
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 And dainty rich and beoir I'll bring, 
 
 And raiment meet for chief and king ; 
 
 But gift and song shall yield to joy — 
 
 Thy mother comes to greet her boy ! 
 
 Hush, baby dear, and weep no more, 
 Hush, baby mine, my treasur'd store ! — 
 My heart-wrung sigh, my grief, my groan, 
 Thy tearful eye, thy hunger's moan ! 
 
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 William Heffernan, more commonly known by the name of 
 UilljArt) 0<vll, was born at Shronehill, three miles west of 
 Tipperary, and flourished in the beginning of the eighteenth 
 century. He was of an ancient and respectable family, though 
 placed in a low condition of life, which, added to his being 
 born blind, made him inherit largely those misfortunes to 
 •which, it is said, the favourites of the muses are often subjeot. 
 He was the cotemporary of great names, though of very dif- 
 ferent characters. He was not less distinguished by the friend- 
 ship of Tuomy, and M'Donnell — men whose memories like his 
 own are embalmed in immortal verse — than by his unmitigated 
 hostility to Darner the celebrated usurer, a name condemned 
 to the everlasting infamy that awaits the abuse of wealth and 
 power, when they are perverted to selfish and sordid purposes, 
 instead of being made subservient to the public good. This 
 man, the Rothschild of his time, on his first coming to this 
 country was accompanied by a colony from Scotland, brought 
 over for the double purpose of society and protection, but who 
 excited in the minds of the people those feelings usually pro- 
 voked by the insolence of planters, and arising from the im- 
 pression, that every such settlement is an unjust invasion of 
 the natural birthright of the original inhabitants, so frequently 
 and so forcibly denounced of late in the almost universal cry 
 of " Ireland for the Irish." These occasions were too tempt- 
 ing to allow the poet's fire to burn innocuously, and, accor- 
 dingly, his most powerful invectives were directed against this 
 despoiler of the indigent and his Scotch retinue, who lived 
 and fattened on the patrimony of his ancestors, and gave no 
 return but insult and oppression. 
 
 It is to be lamented, that his great natural talents had not 
 the aid of early culture, and that a mind like his was not im- 
 proved by education ; for how much soever it may have been 
 a question with the ancients, the judgment of mankind has 
 long since pronounced, that the praise of posterity does not 
 belong to the mere efforts of poetic inspiration, unless directed 
 and refined by the rules of literature and science. It may 
 seem strange, notwithstanding, that his compositions abound 
 with so many elegant sentiments and frequent allusions to 
 pagan mythology. But, besides that the language of nature 
 is not restricted to country or clime, this is accounted for by 
 a tradition still common in the place of his birth — that at 
 Latten, in his immediate vicinity, there was a classical school 
 conducted by a Valentine Roche, whither the blind wanderer 
 often found his way to listen with enraptured attention to those 
 
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 sublime lessons of poetry arid eloquence bequeathed to us by 
 the sages of Greece and Rome. 
 
 Of M'Donnell, surnamed Cl^jVAct), he was the intimate and 
 bosom friend, by whom he was often visited, and to whose 
 bounty he was often indebted. Of their frequent contentions 
 in wit and poetry many anecdotes are recorded. Of the former 
 the following conversation will afford an example : — 
 
 Cli^tAC- Civ ^<\i& AC^ cu 
 
 bAll ? 
 U|lliATD. cíúrno c\r) Á \)a\\. 
 ClAji. "^0 bp-vrl cu A bp<\b 
 <\b 6aII ? 
 
 U|l. ITjulUc tT)0 CJT^ 50 
 
 boo. 
 Cl^jt. ^t) bp\;l CÚ iii<vm Ab 
 
 t)All ? 
 
 ^i'l n^e yijArb aí). 
 
 CUtt 
 
 Claragh 
 
 How far back are 
 you blind ? 
 William. To my very poll. 
 Clar. How long are you blind? 
 
 Wil. 
 Clar. 
 
 cua6 cr }*A ceAÍ)f Ai) 
 
 Uj peAi|i cu be]C ? 
 Oa n7'freivf|i bo be]!"?. 
 
 Wil. 
 
 Clar 
 
 Wil. 
 
 From head to foot. 
 Are you always blind ? 
 in the 
 
 I am not always 
 
 world. 
 Being such as you are 
 'tis so much the better. 
 
 If it were better I would 
 be so. 
 
 On another occasion, having undertaken for a wager to find 
 out Clic]tAcb on one of his visits to the neighbourhood, he 
 went about from house to house repeating these words — 
 
 'S n^ife At) l^lle ceAÍ)|-AÓ, 
 ?Ccív ceACb A j-cjoi) t)a i)bAO]i)e ? 
 To which CÍAftAcb replied — 
 
 'S ]:|le cu b-^ivjl bpeAll a]|i, 
 ^cíw 'n7U]5 AD c-Att)fo b'ojóce. 
 
 At another time coming suddenly on the blind man as he 
 was turning out manure, he addressed him in these beautiful 
 lines — 
 
 Ca'ji 5AbAbAn T)A I'Aoice bo bf '5\?F) a -^-cX^x TóbÍA, 
 Cnc^b Ca||*iII Cujpc AX) fio^A, bo ]^íol|aAi6 6 GÓ5A1) ? 
 'Wa h-y:e\c]vo'p ai) pile \\oú)tA b'píOfv-f;v?l ^•eo S|iói;aiU, 
 ^5 jonjcAii bft||iA íoIa|5 \'a AO]r)e 5Át) bpÓ5A ! 
 To which the following extempore reply is no less elegant — . 
 CA'fi 5A]b b|t}Ai) bó)|iti)e AX) Xeo-^AX) bo c|tA0CA6 
 ?V ■^-CA]yxx)e]]iz £Iua-|u ai} cóit;|iAicc, irjo b(ión ! AOjue 
 
 'r) ceui-bA ; 
 Mo 2i3u]acA6 bo leótjAc ]*Iua]5CC dijijéf^uf, 
 Wó \)-Ax)\Mso\ bo có)5 le||- ax) ó'pójt) ua]ú <^r ^ute ? 
 
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 Many short distichs heard amongst the people bespeak his 
 poverty and his afflictions, such as — 
 
 'S tr)]i)\c nje <v 7;-Cu]Uit) '|- nj'ujlliij cjie'n) óóc^ ! 
 'S m]r)]C me a La^cioí) A^t^ u|fieA]"bA biió5<v ! 
 'S rrjioic n^e <.\ Sft5r)A]ll 50 &ú.b<\c, 'f 50 h]\órj^c I 
 'S ]tACAb <\i|i bu]le WAjt A 5-cloif^e me córb|XA5 ? 
 
 At the period in which he lived, when the darkness of per- 
 secution overspread the land, and its sword was unsheathed 
 against all who adhered with devotional constancy to the faith 
 of their fathers — when the ignorance, which has been so often 
 made the subject of reproach against us, was created by penal 
 enactments, and the vengeance of the laws was sure to over- 
 take those who sighed for the lost glories of their country, or 
 breathed sentiments of hope for her future libei'ty and inde- 
 pendence ; it is not to be wondered at that of those qualified 
 by their talents for such an office, few were found so ambitious 
 of martyrdom as to undertake it. It is otherwise difficult to 
 account for the scarcity of the compositions of this distin- 
 guished poet ; for the small number of them which have reached 
 us bear upon them evidently the impress of no ordinary mind. 
 Even Mr. Hardiman, the historian of Galway, states in his 
 "Irish Minstrelsy," that his Song of "ScixcA Ai) rbA]i5A&," 
 Avhich is published in that work, would alone rescue his 
 memory from oblivion, and stamp on him the name of poet. 
 There are also extant other pieces by him, which deserve no 
 less praise, and will be published in this collection. His 
 "Dialogue with David Cleary," a roving tailor, who it appears 
 led a frolicksome life, discovers an intimate acquaintance with 
 the history of his country, and abounds with elegant eulogies 
 on Irish valour through many a hard-fought field. His " La- 
 mentation of Eleanor Hefifernan," a kinswoman, 1 knew to be 
 equally admired, though I have not seen it ; and his song of 
 "Se^JAP bu]6e," which I first introduce to the reader under 
 the title of the " Lament of the Gael," will be I'ecognised a 
 composition of much poetical talent, being a reply to another 
 of the same name which was rather popular with the opposite 
 party in his time. In it he speaks with enthusiasm of the 
 bards and heroes of antiquity, and inveighs against the Re- 
 formation and the " good Queen Bess" as the twin progeny of 
 the same parent. Of his first essays there is one more popular 
 than the rest — -not for any intrinsic merit it possesses, but be- 
 cause it throws some light on the domestic circle of a man 
 whose life is much less known than it deserves — I shall conclude 
 these quotations with it : — 
 
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 Se^l A 2-<\^c|0i) bAtt), Ajui* ^caI a Stt5i)A]ll, 
 'S feAÍ A ii7e]lc bft5r)A a rt)-bAile £,oi)tiAOi ; 
 5at) &o rr)u|t)ci|i ajah? ací5 CaÓj 'f Wóiiv\, 
 'S !)( cA]cnÍ5eAt) leó mAji bo rbejlirrj ]. 
 
 The father of Greek poetry travelled through different 
 nations, and celebrated in his inspired rhapsodies the names 
 of those who favoured him with their hospitality. With- 
 out wishing to institute any further comparison between 
 an vmeducated Bard and the Swan of Meoniau verse, I shall 
 only observe, that the subject of this short notice also led an 
 itinerant life, though his excursions, far from comprehending 
 kingdoms, seldom extended beyond a cix'cle of a few miles. 
 At one of those places frequented by him, the housekeeper 
 was less liberal than others, and, anxious to make her unkind- 
 ness known to her master, on some occasion that he was read- 
 ing, he took an opportunity of asking what advantage he de- 
 rived fi'om the use of spectacles ? To which the other made 
 answer, that small things viewed through them were much 
 increased. '• Well," said the poet, " if they possess such 
 virtue, I would feel obliged if you looked through them at this 
 morsel, which is much in need of being increased." 
 
 More than a century has passed away since the death of 
 Darner, as Dean Swift could write his epitaph : — 
 
 " Know all mea by these presents, that Death the Tamer, 
 By mortgage has subdued the body of Damer," &c. 
 
 And perhaps it is a century and a half since his Court at 
 Shronehill began to be built. Its history is a melancholy re- 
 cord of the vanity of ambition, and of the perishable nature 
 of every thing human, however magnificent. About seventy 
 years since, the work of dilapidation commenced — the whole 
 structure was demolished to the ground, and its sculptured 
 capitals and marble columns were sold for money. Nothing 
 now I'emains for the contemplation of the traveller or anti- 
 quary, but a range of offices, which, though in ruins, attests 
 the former splendor of the Court itself. The usurer's grave 
 is shewn near the wall of the new-built Church, " without a 
 stone, a name," and the colony, which accompanied him, have 
 vanished, either by emigration, or intermarriage with the 
 natives. Every thing that fired the poet's fancy, or roused his 
 passions, or filled his heart with indignant scorn of the miser 
 and his alien horde, has disappeared ; but the peasant's fame, 
 the smallest traits of his character, the most trivial incidents 
 of his life, and those rich and exuberant strains of Celtic 
 eloquence, which came with the force and copiousness of a 
 torrent upon his enemies, are remembered and recited by the 
 people as if they were the productions of yesterday. 
 
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 "Oji^^^jn 1)4 f éjle t)4|t tf)e4ó4 ci;m l40C4)f , 
 t^t r)-4j]iir) b4 lé)t)me4c 4 t)-rft4Ct) >iof : 
 
 t)4 bl4|^t)4 ^40 13e4|íf 4 Ó4 t)-x:j5e4t) le Ivé-jf e4Ct>, 
 'S b4 §|ie4r)4m4|t f^ot^P' Á\i tj-i^iipóe ; 
 
 JUft lfl4l4]ír4 't) 1*40^41 4)ft 4Ú4]14C Z\\é)te, 
 
 'S T)4 C4r)C4jt le 1v40T) T)e4c, 4ct) Se4§4r) 
 
 Sr4|ic4il3r)4 5|te)3e, pbé c4ji)f joc leívéi|íjoc&, 
 'S ]te4ct54ib 1^4 óé4f 4|íf t)0 b'ajit) ^tfjtn ; 
 
 'S 4r) ^4f |t4t) lé)§e4í)t)4 |j')t) 4i|t iti4C4) jte sén4|t, ' 
 ^r) 4)ctiie tws f 40Ú4|í 4t) ^jtv^^S^^í^^ * 
 
 INTEKLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 My grief that perished the heroes aged 
 
 Was had us so prosperous in I<'ail country 
 
 0(1^5*11) r)A féile ija^t lijeACA curn Iaoca]}* 
 Dragons so hospitable not cowardly for valour (slaughter) 
 
 ?Vfi tMlltiD bA léibrbeAC a bcpi^cb Tjof 
 Our arms so famous in story down 
 
 t)A blArbA 5AC béA|i|*A óa &ri5eA8 le })é-\-\:]ocb 
 Was sweet each verse that came with effect 
 
 ^ StjACAjjie SeijAji, -P/am of Senar. Feiiius Farsa, king of 
 Scythia, being desirous of becoming skilled in the various languages 
 that sprung before his time from the confusion of tongues at the 
 Tower of Babel, dispatched at his own expense seventy-two persons 
 of learning to the several countries of the three parts of the world 
 at that time inhabited, and commanded them to remain abroad for 
 seven years, that each of them might learn the language of the 
 country. 
 
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 SHANE BUI.* 
 
 Air—" Shane Bui." 
 Alas for the records of ages afar, 
 
 The chiefs of our olden day's glory, 
 The shield of the stranger — the valiant in war — 
 The light of the Seanachui's story ! 
 When billows of song 
 Pour'd their wild tide along, 
 " And minstrels' gay lays might enthral thee ; 
 But our poets to-day 
 Have a new-fangled lay — 
 They rhyme to the measure of Shane Bui ! 
 
 There's Greece and her glory, antiquity's star — 
 
 The Caesars of history's pages — 
 The ancients that gather'd on far-fam'd Senaar, 
 
 Our guides through the gloom of past ages — 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^r^nx b<\ 5iteAt)Att)A|i |-aoca|i ívti bpív]5jbe 
 And was mirthful labour of our bards 
 
 3uit riiAUi\c<v i^\) i-ao^aI A^t <\caiiaó ctte^ce 
 Till bartered the world for different deeds 
 
 ^3»]* ^'^ CAT)CA|i le \)9.ox) tjeAC Acb SeicgAr) bui6e. 
 And not chaunted by any person but John Yellow. 
 
 ScA|icAib r)A '5íté]3e ^ibé cA]T)f|Oc le \)'e]x\oc'r> 
 Stories of Greece who would chaunt with effect 
 
 U5uf iteÁc&A|b HA SéAf Ani* bo bA ivjtb -^x)]n) 
 And laws of the Caesars of high deeds 
 
 ^juf AD 5<v|-AitA6 léi5eAT)bA bf6 Ai^t ri)ACAifie Sét)A|i 
 And the multitude learned were on plain of Senar 
 
 Ut) Aictije CU5 f AOCAit AT? iv|if AfseAcb 
 The tribe gave labour in antiquity 
 
 On their return to Scythia at the expiration of the seven years, 
 he went to the plain of Shenar, which, according to the book of 
 Dromsneachta, lies near the city of Athens, where all the youth of 
 the neighbouring nations assembled to be instructed in the languages. 
 VinE Keating's Ireland, p. 225 ; Halida\'s Trans. Dub. 1811. 
 
 * This Ballad seems to have been written in ridicule of the 
 rhymers of that day, with whom the air of Shane Bui, was a 
 favourite vehicle of verse. 
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 INTERliTNEAK TRANSL,ATION. 
 
 Valour of the Fenians was awhile unbounded 
 
 Mo AD imeeAcft Af G^ne jiid Oaici 
 Or the departure from Erin made Dathi 
 
 ^V^uf cIaí)a Líii éACbAc ííHAift pedrjAib i'At) c-fAojul 
 And children of Lir heroic found torment in the world 
 
 "Nf AiceAt* leo At) mé:]h riO S^n Seiv^Ai? bui6e. 
 Not joy to them all that without John Yellow. 
 
 ^ DaIC]. Bathj. Monarch of Ireland, A.D. 398, and last of 
 the Irish Pagan kings, was distinguished by the name of Dathy, 
 to signify his wonderful activity. This prince received his death by 
 a thunder-bolt, as he was pursuing his conquests in Gaul, whither 
 he had carried his arms against the Romans with great success. 
 He died at the foot of the Alps, after coming off victorious in one 
 hundred and fifty battles. His army carried his body with 
 them into Ireland, and interred it with great solemnity at TioilfT!; 
 T)A Hjot, in Cruaghan, after he had governed the island for twenty- 
 three years. 
 
 It is said that his death was a judgment for having violated the 
 cell and hermitage of Saint Firmin, the anchorite ; who, according 
 to the book of Leacan, fol. 302, was a king, that having abdicated 
 his crown, devoted himself to God in solitude, and passed the 
 residue of his days in a turret, seventeen cubits high, at the foot of 
 the Alps. O'Flaherty's Ogyg. Vol. ii. p. 351. 
 
 ^ CIadda i-i|l, Children of Lir. The Legend of thechildren of 
 Lir has been since time immemorial in high repute, as one of the 
 " Three tragic stories of the Irish," or the " Three Sorrows of Story- 
 telling." Their names were '?\oó, Tjon^UAlA, T^fAC|tAÓ, and 
 
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 The Fenians' high sway, 
 
 And the proud palmy day, 
 When Rome fled affrighted from Daithi — 
 
 Lir's offspring of wo — 
 
 All forgotten I trow, 
 If sung not in numbers of Shane Bui! 
 
 The discord that brought Beney Briot to our shore- 
 The deeds of great Luigh the Long-handed, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 The contention brought Beine from Britain the hero 
 
 Do bATf'fc)eA5 o cfiett)eAcb a l^TTb-3t)i»i) 
 Surnamed from might of his hand deeds 
 
 Cod. It appears that at the birth of the two latter, who were twins, 
 their' mother ^ob died; and their father L]|i was persuaded to 
 marry her sister Uoipe, who, in consequence of the father's affection 
 towards tlie children, became so enraged, that she brought the four 
 children to Lough Dearg, and sent them to bathe in the water, 
 where she touched them with a magic wand by which they were 
 immediately transformed into swans. By this spell she bound them 
 to spend three hundred years on Lough Dearg,— three hundred 
 years on the Irish channel, — and three hundred years on Jorrms 
 Doimhnon. On this subject we are favoured by some bard of the 
 period with the following stanza : — 
 
 C\o,x)i, Lfft <\-5-cpocAib euv)» 
 213aIIac& Aip AT) tt)-beul bo Iuad ; 
 Coi), TiAcpvVÓ, Tioi)5u<nIa, 'p Uo6, 
 ^^•5 PI I) Ójb AD b-CAp<v cpuA5 ! 
 
 Children of Lir in shape of birds, 
 Curse upon the mouth that pronounced; 
 Conn, Fiachra, Fionola, and Aedh, 
 There for you is the second sorrow ! 
 
 This lamentable tale is now preparing for the press with notes 
 and translation by a gentleman well qualified for the task. It will 
 be published uniform with the works of the Irish Arclnculogical So- 
 ciety/. 
 
 * beine biiior. For the history of this chivalrous hero, see 
 
 KiiATiNo's Ireland, Vol. ii. pp. 2C3-4-:>. Dub. 1841. 
 
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 cuit) é^3^, 
 ^f) z^v mextf ^t) le)|* é)poí) ^^c trit)Á óioB, 
 
 54c -dp le^5^t>4ft l^oc|t4ó ^ 5-ClU4T).r4i|ib^ 
 T)4 tti-béimjon, 
 ^t) 4i|*t)e le 'ft f ^0|í4ó 6 c^ii^ fm ; 
 
 béice,^ 
 Do Ú4)|*t)jol ó*r) w-bftéj^ne le tti^c ^b^oil. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 CujiteAO TeA^ijm* í)ubóéibeAc A5UI* a cAjtAib curt) éA3A 
 Sent Fergus black-toothed and his friends to perish 
 
 ?ÍTJ Cfl^^C je^llAO AT) élltlG O At) ÍVjlfc» ttfj 
 
 When promised the reward from the high king 
 
 Do OA^lleAO Cu|t5é|*iui* a o-CeAti)Ai|t da bcite^i) fr]]i 
 Was lost Turgesius in Temor of the valiant men 
 
 Ut) CAi) TDeA|*AÓ leii* ^13101) 5AC t»)dív bfob 
 When supposed by him ravish each maid of them 
 
 U5U]* ^eAllAiti) 5At) bítéT5 Óu^c i)ac cAicneAii) leo 
 And I promise without lie to you not joyful to them 
 
 At) ti)éib]*if) 
 all that 
 
 ^ 1FeAti3U|* OubÓéibeAC. Fergus Black-toothed. For the fate 
 of the Ferguses at the battle of CtttODA, where they fell by the 
 hand of LuJA^S í-ívmpA&A, see Keating» Vol. 11. pp. 268-69-70. 
 
 ^ r'u|t5éf|Uf. Turgesius, the Danish tyrant who usurped the 
 sovereignty of Ireland, A.D. 866 ; and who inflicted the most ex- 
 cessive cruelties on the Irish people. After reducing the country to 
 the lowest state of vassalage, by rapine, plunder, and the sword, 
 this monster in human shape met an untimely death at the hands 
 of Maolseachlain, king of Mcath, on whose daughter he cast an 
 
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 When Black-toothed Fergus lay bathed in gore- 
 That Eric the monarch demanded ! 
 
 When heaps of his slain 
 
 Taught Turgesius, the Dane, 
 How fatal the wrath of the Ard-Righ — 
 
 Go weave no sweet lay 
 
 Of green Erin's proud day, 
 Or measure your numbers to Shane Bui ! 
 
 If heroes that perish'd at Clontarf of fame, 
 To gain their lov'd country's salvation — 
 
 Or her who left Breifny to anguish and shame, 
 For Dermot the curse of his nation — 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Without rhyming some on John Yellow. 
 
 3ac A|t le<v5<\b<vit lAOÓftAÓ a 5CluAt)cA]|tb t)<v rx)h^]xt)]ox) 
 All that laid low heroes in Clontarf of the blows 
 
 ^x) A]f&e le Ajt |*A0ft<\6 o c'a\\) x]X) 
 The feat by which freed from tribute us 
 
 ^5ut* ATt CA^UeAÓ }ox)A óéi5 Tl'? '^^ 6eAi*5A da bejce 
 And all were lost after that on account of the maiden 
 
 Do cAifb]ol ÓX) rt)b|téif i)e le n^AC 2t)ikO|l 
 Did wander from By^efny with son of Maol 
 
 evil eye at a very advanced period of his life. The particulars are 
 related fully at pp. 99 to 108, of the second volume of Keating's 
 Ireland. Duh. 1841. 
 
 '^ The poet alludes to the celebrated battle of Clontarf, where the 
 heroic Brian Boroimhe put an end to Danish tyranny. 
 
 ® DeAtibf:5|t5uil, wife of Cí3eA|ti)ívt) ua TiuAiftc, king of 
 Brefny, who eloped with OtA|tii)uib xx)<sc ^OufxCAÓ, king of 
 Leinster, while her husband was on a pilgrimage to St. Patrick's 
 Purgatory, who, when he returned, and understood that she was 
 taken by force of arms, determined to be revenged on the king of 
 Leinster. This event, which is fully related at p. 196, &c. vol. ii. 
 of Keating, first occasioned the arrival of the English in this 
 coixntry, and to it we are indebted for all the slavery we have 
 endured for upwards of seven centuries. 
 
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 ^i.)f |tjO!i Oe t)il, mo cjiit) cfiojoe ! 
 
 z-fulz, 
 
 r>o c^t*^^)§e^|í le fé)t)Uw coíf le^t*^, t)ó 
 ^)|t t^oVf ct)0)c, 
 
 fíe-4ct), 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 6llfAbec<\ A5U]- A Ij-'^cAiji 51111 féAi)Ab<\fi 
 Elizabeth and her father did renounce 
 
 ^I|:(i1oi) D& 6|l wo C|tiv6 cfioióe 
 Mass of God pure mj torment heart 
 
 ^Vjuf clowt) Olif*é|iu|* bo cfiexx|*5<\]jt iv^t 5clénte 
 And clan Oliver's did slay our clergy 
 
 ■Nf bpii^l njA^ceA]' Ab fjéAlcA 5^0 Seív5At) bupe. 
 Not is use in thy tales without John Yellow. 
 
 ^ Ollt-*&nA|*. Oliver Cromioell. We need not refer to the pages 
 of history for the cruelties of this sanguinary fanatic, as our Churches, 
 our Abbeys and Monasteries, sufficiently shew the marks of his 
 sacrilegious hands. The eastern window of the Cathedral of St. 
 Canice, Kilkenny, contained the history of Christ from his birth 
 to his Ascension, in emblems of beautifully stained glass, for which 
 Rinuccini, the Pope's Nuncio, when he attended the meeting of the 
 confederate Catholics, offered £700 ; but neither the plenitude of the 
 power with which he was invested, nor the distresses of the times, 
 could prevail on the prelate, David lloth, or the Chapter, to comply 
 with his wishes : this beautiful specimen of ancient art remained 
 standing until shattered by the usurper and his vile soldiery. 
 Ledwich's AisTiQurriiis, p. 38H. 
 
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 If Henry the king, 
 
 Or Eliza you sing — 
 Who levell'd our altars, ma chrá cree ! 
 
 Or Cromwell, whose horde 
 
 Gave our priests to the sword — 
 You'll tune them to numbers of Shane Bui! ^ 
 
 Do strains from your harp through the heaving heai't thrill ? 
 
 Or are you a pastoral chimer ? — 
 When clodpoles approach you by valley or hill, 
 When wand'ring as wanders your rhymer — 
 
 Untaught ev'n to say 
 
 Heav'n prosper your way — 
 Or, may Charles our monarch again be I 
 
 They'll aver by their God, 
 
 You're the soul of a clod. 
 If you sing not the measure of Shane Bui ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 SD^I* oifipibeAc beAiKA cu cAtJA]* 5v\ó AOt) c|*nlc 
 If melodious made you to chaunt each one pleasure 
 
 Mo íi<vcA|]ieAÓ& bjieAcbA 50 |-íviitbío 
 Or low rhyming verses so sweetly 
 
 Oo CAt*pAi5giv le IFeióljnj coj]' leAf a t)o A^jt cAob cnojc 
 To meet with Phelim foot rath or ou side hill 
 
 Mo A^fi ir)ACAi|te A5 réA[ii)ArÍ7 mAjt AC^irt)i& 
 Or on a plain sojourning as we are 
 
 Mi bpu^l be<vuACAÓ Oé aca oa |:|teA5ftA6 a i)éf|íeAct) 
 Not is blessing of God have they or reply in effect 
 
 Mil A|Cfti]* A^jt SéA]ilA|* A13 píviM15e 
 
 Or mention of Charles the wanderer (exile) 
 
 ^cb fpAlpAb r)A Dbeice tjac cuibeACbA ai) cé y]\) 
 But swearing the deities not companion is him 
 
 Mac fpjieATjpAb itAb él3ii) a^x SeAJAi; ti)ui6e. 
 Not prompt something on John Yellow. 
 
104 
 
 I^of)— " 5)bé T).é)ftjf) i" 
 t)o |*5^r)r)ti^-<it> ttié, 'be V).é^\í)\)í) ] ! ^ 
 
 'M^'r) Ijáb 6'r) T)-5t^e)^ t)q,cé^r ^^^ ^t^^oi, 
 le ^ft^ó tno cléi^, 'bé V'é)\imr) ) l 
 
 ^l^ Jt^-^t» mo cléilj, 'bé r)-é)lt)T)t) í ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 la valleys mild of the bards I be 
 
 In a swoon painful in fetters each day 
 
 Ui) creA»)5beAt) 5lé b<x bé<x]"Ac 3r)A0] 
 The slender maid pure so discreet visage 
 
 Do |-5<\T)ttA6 me 3ib& r)-ei|ti^ f. 
 Did alarm me whoe'er in Erin is she. 
 
 W( cfiivcfeA rt)é Aijt céile Maoh' 
 Not mention Í the spouse of Naisi 
 
 1 \)ir:. ruin, dew. I have had two versions of this song before 
 me, in which I find the word bf]* (which I do not understand) sub- 
 stituted for that which I introduce as the original. The poet, when 
 speaking of the beauty and excellence of her liair, evidently means 
 that it swept the dew off the grass. 
 
105 
 
 'be M-ejnjMM }. 
 
 In Druid vale alone I lay, 
 Oppress'd with cai*e, to weep the day — 
 My death I owed one sylph-like she, 
 Of witchery rare, 'be u-Oijt]^ f ! 
 
 The spouse of Naisi, Erin's wor— 
 The dame that laid proud Ilium low — 
 Their charms would fade, their fame would flee, 
 Match'd with my fair, 'be r)-6^iitii) í ! 
 
 'be D-eirtlf) Í '. 
 
 Behold her tresses unconfin'd, 
 In wanton ringlets woo the wind. 
 Or sweep the sparkling dew-drops free, 
 My heart's dear maid, 'be ij-Gift]^ f ! 
 
 'be V-é]\i]r) Í ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Brought destruction the Gael on coming to the Branch 
 
 JoDA At) bivb ÓT) T)3|ié|5 bo ce^y At) C|tAO] 
 Or the babe from Greece did torment the Troy 
 
 Le sftixb n)o cl&ib ^]hé r)-Glfiii) f. 
 With love of my bosom whoever in Erin is she. 
 
 ^f b|teiv5A bCAf bfiein^fteAc iteij a blAO-( 
 Beautiful neat plaited free her locks 
 
 3o bi^t|l At) ^éllt T)A f-ÍAObA A]]t bí5 
 
 To top the grass in ringlets on dew 
 
 ?V clivc ^olc ttél5 bo oeAlfiAb At) pliof 
 Her tender locks free that excelled the fleece 
 
 ^Jjt 3|tiv6 ri)o cléib j^bé ti-Giitio f. 
 On love of my bosom whoever in Erin is she. 
 15 
 
106 
 
 50 c\iÁ)t)ze, c\vé)íYie^c, ceufo^ iíir)40í ! 
 TÁp)^c, ^40T), ^4t) céjU ^jft b^ojf ! 
 Xe ^jUó t>or) béjú, 'hé tvé^ittjf) j ! 
 
 ^lt^^ t)e6in i)ti4j|t céjpm 4i|t é^olj t'VjJe ^^íf),' 
 ^4 d\i6r) A ■^ce^\) Y ^^r) ^ot) t>4m bvjójt) ! 
 
 ^^ct) j*c6tí ttio clej^, 'bé r)-é)fi)f) 5 ! 
 'Dé í)-éi|tjr) í ! ic. 
 
 ZA)^ bftójr) ! 
 Do f eoUó ^vjú 4m clU4f 4t>, b^ fn^^pce liom 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 ^l* cívjrbAii CAObAC beu|i<xc bíó|tD 
 'Tis mournful fierce tearful I do be 
 
 '5o Cft<vi6ce cpéirtjeAC ceufbA o rbijAO] 
 Painful wounded tortured from woman 
 
 TíV5t)AÓ p<\01) 5AT) 00)11 A)tl bAO)]* 
 
 Wanderer feeble without sense afflicted 
 
 Z.e 5ttii6 bo Ai) b&|c 5ib& t)-Gi|iii) f. 
 With love to the maid whoever in Erin is she. 
 
 ^]fi 1)60)0 nuA^jt cé|5in) Aiji CAob fu^^e Tfi) 
 At noon when I go on side seat Fionn's 
 
 ^ Svyte Tif). ^^«e resting place, or watch-ioiver of Fionn, who 
 being a man of the chase, selected those hills which appeared to him 
 best calculated to afford a fair prospect of the surrounding country. 
 Hence, the numerous hills known by that name throughout Ireland, 
 particularly in Munster. 
 
 ^ Colli tt;óft, a great wood, evidently refers to the wood of 
 
107 
 
 Fierce passions' slave, from hope exU'd, 
 Weak, wounded, weary, woful, wild — 
 Some magic spell she wove for me, 
 That peerless maid, 'be ij-G^jft^f) í I 
 'be r)-em]T) \ ! 
 
 But O ! one noon I clomb a hill, 
 To sigh alone — to weep my fill, 
 And there Heaven's mercy brought to me 
 My treasure rare, 'be u-GniiO \ ! 
 'be \)-Q\\\\\) Í ! 
 
 THE VOICE OF JOY. 
 
 Air—'' Molly beag .'" 
 
 By Kilmore's woody highland, 
 Waud'ring dark and drear, 
 
 A voice of joy came o'er me, 
 More holy to mine ear. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Ta bpór) A 5C&11) Aju]* 5An AOi) bA tt)0 bv6iv) 
 Under grief afar and without one of my tribe 
 
 C]A feólpAÓ ADD 2!t)AC Dé Alt) IfOt) 
 
 Who would steer only Son of God in my net (way) 
 
 ?Vób fcó(t rr)0 cléib ^^be r)-G(íiíÓ 1. 
 But treasure my bosom whoever in Erin is she. 
 
 ?V||i bpuAc HA CoiUen^oiite pAO] c|tuA6 bftAc<vib b|tóii) 
 On bounds the of wood great under hard veils of sori'ow 
 
 Do feóÍAÓ 5111C AtT) cluArAO b<v f-tiAiitce liorr} p^ óo 
 Did steer voice in my ears more delightful with me twice 
 
 Aherlow, which extends from Galbally to Bansha. It is not more 
 than two miles from Shronehill to the South, and fronting the 
 Galtee-more, and the magnificent chain of mountains from Mit- 
 chelstown to Clogheen, presents a scene most beautiful and pic- 
 turesque. It was in the seclusion of this immense wood that the 
 
108 
 
 Wit ceól t)^ cpvjz' 4X yn^mm, 
 'S Vj^ %ló\ir)^ lot) x^ vi-n^r^vie^y ; 
 Do b'e ceol b^ Ijjne ^i]tcu^j|tt) Ijom, b-a ^-cu: 
 
 'Wi'T) ceol t)0 úu^^jt) f u^jj-féjft, ú^ft fii6ít-tf)\itt 
 
 o't) Uójrf), 
 'M-d't) |*pó|tc t)0 óé)r)it) 5t^U434jcc, ^ ^citu^jó- 
 
 'Wu'í) Jeom t)0 leipt) CU4C4Ó, 
 50 T)U4ó coi|* CoiUe 4 ítib|tU4c cr)0)c ; 
 'S ^4c btt 6r) ^ut^ cvjtt wo cu4i|tt> t))OW, mun^ 
 ir)be4t> W<á\\-<x)%e X>e^% ! 
 
 S^ice t>e4c t)0 lu^ó^^ Im, -4)ft éu^iiijfj ^ 
 
 %Kí) xo%\x)A\i t)0 be4ó ^o bu4t>4fíc4, Y ^^^ T^- 
 4ilce-<ir 4i^e SeÓT) ?^ 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Miv ceól t)A ctiuice a j-uAiniii) 
 Than music of the harp so tuneful 
 
 ^5uf T)^ jlóji T)A loo fA uuAi5oeÁf 
 
 And the lays of the blackbirds in the wilderness 
 
 Oo bA e ceol bA b^ije Afft cuAijtb Ijom bic jcuaIaó 
 'Tvvas the music most melodious on visit with me that I heard 
 
 &ot) cfóftr. 
 of the sort. 
 
 learned Doctor Keating wrote Jiis History of Ireland more than two 
 centuries back; and no doubt, our poet sought refuge in its silent 
 shade when composing the present song, in which he foretels that 
 the career of the tyrant Darner would not long survive ; and neither 
 did it : for in a few short years after, the tyrant died, leaving the 
 immense wealth which he accumulated by fraud and usury, to scatter 
 and waste away like chaff thrown before the four winds ; or to 
 use an Irish phrase, " 2Daii léA5Ai6 óvbAift t)A b-í^'j^f)}" 
 literally, " as Ihe mcllinrr of the froth of the river." 
 * John Darner, Esq. the celebrated usurer. 
 
109 
 
 Than wild harp's breathings dreamy, 
 Or blackbird's warbling streamy ; 
 No seraph choir could frame me, 
 Such soft music dear ! 
 
 More sweet than anthems holy, 
 Brought seaward from Rome, 
 Than spells by wizards spoken 
 O'er stolen maidens' doom, 
 Or cuckoo's song inspiring, 
 Where woods green hills environ — 
 Save love for one fair siren. 
 It banish'd my gloom. 
 
 The golden bees were ranging 
 
 The air for a chief, — 
 'Twas freedom's trumpet woken, 
 
 And dark tyrants' grief. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Ui, Ai) ceol bo cu5Aib ri^^lSPll^ ^^^ rt)ótt-ti)uiti ótj Uóitt) 
 Or the music brought by sages over lofty ocean from Rome 
 
 Niv At) rpóftc bo ÓéiDib 5|tuA5Aicc a 5Cttu<\i6 l^r ^in f^"<^5 
 Or the sport made by wizards in firm raths on hosts 
 
 Nix At) seóit) bo lé|5ib cuacaó 
 Or the shout that fall from cuckoos 
 ^o rjuAÓ coiy coille a iDb|tuAC ct)0]c 
 Early by a wood on border of hill 
 ^5iir 5<^c bfión su^t cv^fi rtjo cuAj|tb b\on) tt)ut)* mbeAb 
 And each sorrow did put my visit of me were it not for 
 
 2DAUAi5e beA5 
 Molly little O 
 
 Saicc beAc bo Iua6a5 IjO A]\^ cuÁntirs a bctieop) 
 Swarm of bees approached us in search of their chief 
 Uo ytó^n)A\i bo beAb 50 buAÓAficA asuj* 5At) j-UAilceAr 
 The harvest will be calamitous and without joy 
 
 Ai5e Scói) 
 to John 
 
110 
 
 Ijom ^ tribfioT). 
 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 George afar expelled 
 
 ^5Uf At) cóip bo b|oc 50 buACAÓ 
 And the tribe who were exalted 
 
 "Sax) 5fi t)'A bA^lce A]]i biiAD bójb A5uf tjf cituA5 
 Without gold or townlands lasting to them and not pitied 
 
 l]on) A ivh\ióx). 
 with me their sorrow. 
 
 ^ S|t6r)Aill bic rt)bei^ fioce ^ÁO] cftYAO leAC a 5CóirT)eAt> 
 In Shronehill if I were stretched under a hard flag at rest 
 
 ^VjU]- At) fS^Al 1*0 clof tt)A|t CUaI AÓ 50 fUAtJtijAlt Ajjl ]"eól 
 
 And the tale this to hear as heard so pleasantly afloat. 
 
 1 The hero of this huraoursome little melody is a David Cleary, 
 an eccentric knight of the Thimble, who wasted his earnings among 
 the fair sex till far advanced in life, when finding his expectations 
 fail, introduced himself to U|ll|Ait) DaU, who composed the song 
 extempore. 
 
Ill 
 
 And George, .a homeless ranger, — 
 His tribe, the faithless stranger, 
 Far banish'd— and their danger. 
 My glad heart's relief ! 
 
 If o'er me lay at Shronehill* 
 
 The hard flag of doom. 
 And came that sound of sweetness 
 
 To cheer the cold gloom — 
 Death's darksome bondage broken, 
 My dull, deaf ear bad woken, 
 And at the spell-word spoken, 
 
 I'd burst from the tomb ! 
 
 THE BARD AND THE TAILOR.' 
 
 /iir — " Buachail na mho gus a yimlet." 
 
 THE TAILOR. 
 
 I've rambled full many a mile, 
 And misery ever pursuing me, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Le ^ó\iyA A^uy neAjic mo 5UAille 
 By force and strength of my shoulders 
 
 Ui) ^5i) 50 3CAicp|i? yuAy b']ow 
 The sod I would toss up of me 
 
 ^^uy we ce<vcb caji njo c^]y 50 luA|ii7i)e<\c pAO] ia^]\in) 
 And I coming back so swiftly in expectation 
 
 of the tale. 
 
 Uf bu^tje n)e fiub^Uo a l^o 
 A person I am travelled afar 
 
 Taoi c|tofAib Ac'A]n) o 11U5AÓ nje 
 Under crosses I am from birth me 
 
 * Shronehill, a parish three miles west of Tipperary and the place of 
 WilUam Dall's nativity ; in this district stood Darner's Court, erected 
 by John Damer, Esq. more than a century ago. This magnificent 
 mansion was taken down in 1V76. The property now belongs to the 
 Earl of Portarlington. 
 
 1 The introduction of the tailor and his amorous woes on this oc- 
 casion, seems to have been done to furnish a vehicle for the display 
 
112 
 
 Z^P 30jT)e4t>4|t báifte Y f Jcce OjMr) 1 
 
 UillMfti D4U. 
 C^> 13'10t)3r)4t> t)UiT)e óe't) cÁ)l, 
 
 rjté ttié)t) t)0 ^lio^-dijt le tí)í)AÍby 
 
 ^ c^jt^t) bit) ^-cloó t)^ f e^t)^c^t) ; 
 
 Teuc-v^ ! S^fTf oí)^ b^ Jt^oióe, 
 le tnéit) ^ é^jér)itr) t)0 tf)r)40), 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Oft revealing my affection to women 
 
 ^uji 50]t)eAí5A|t bi^ijie A5U|* ^tcc^O o\in) 
 Till tliey won a goal and twenty on me 
 
 Civ Alt bA ]Oi)5r)A6 ftu^ije 6e Ab C4S,]l 
 What wonder a man of thy fame 
 
 Oo cuicirn A V<x\i T)A bAiniJeife 
 To fall in the depth of misery 
 
 of the poet's learning. This was a vanity quite common at that 
 period with men of the highest literary attainments ; and it is no 
 matter of surprise that our blind wanderer would follow their ex- 
 ample. In this rapid sketch of female perversity, he displays a con- 
 siderable knowledge of heathen mythology, and sacred and profane 
 history. To prove that Heffernan was a greatly gifted man, we have 
 only to refer the reader to the songs preceding this poem, particularly 
 to"t)é t)-t3'T|il^ Í," and the "Voice of Joy/' which contain 
 passages of exquisite sweetness and beauty. 
 
 2 See the First Book of Kings. 
 
 3 Book of Judges, chapter xvi. 
 
113 
 
 Yet still my chief curse was the guile 
 Of woman, in treachery wooing me ! 
 
 WILLIAM DALL. 
 
 What matters to tailoring youth, 
 A shot from their wily battery, 
 And Solomon wisest, in sooth. 
 Beguiled by sly, female flattery. 
 
 CHORUS.* 
 
 When writing a stanza divine. 
 Have wisdom and learning inspiring you — 
 And shun the false fiend of red wine, 
 Lest misery ever environ you ! 
 
 See Samson, the strong man of old. 
 Who slaughter'd the Philistine foeman. 
 How sad is his fate to unfold. 
 He died by the wiles of a woman ! 
 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Through all thy flattery with women 
 ^rur SoUrb li^eic O^lbf ^\x]i ii)eo.lUí5ATt 
 And Solomon son of David that they deceived 
 
 Draw smoothly the tale 
 ?!l CAIXO.Ó bi6 5cl66 da reAt}^CAÓ 
 Friend be in appearance of the sages 
 
 Tis better as deed than the drinking 
 
 SeAOAio 50 &eó DA SaIaiii ri^ 
 
 Forsake for ever the evils these 
 TéACf A SAwyox) bA Sltóióe 
 Behold Samson the mighty 
 
 Do leAjAó r<^t) tDb|tui5it) VA P]hr^m 
 
 That fell in the fight the Philistines • 
 
 Le ti)&lb A t^]ir)]\v £>o ii)i)AOi 
 By excess his admiration to woman 
 
 5un bA AiDoir ^^ ^xMb^ i^^^ti itt'^is r^- 
 
 That miserable the way did depart he. 
 
 * This chorus has no immediate connexion with the poem, and it 
 seems to be the burden of some ancient song which has been lost. 
 Soweverft deserves to be retained here, if it were «i.ly to show 
 how our moralists of old could anticipate the teaching of fattier 
 Mathew ! 
 
 16 
 
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 114 
 
 Zpe tí)éiD ^ cumuli) le tiit)^oj, 
 
 Ju^í c^jUe^ó r)4. ttiíl^& Y cvílle^t) ^c^ ! 
 
 ÍijciUei*, ^itext^^c^ lom^t^c^c, 
 Tfie tíiéjt) 4 cuni^if) le l)éiú, 
 
 1 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Behold Hercules polished 
 
 ^0 leAijb bA 5ti5]6e at; lupfce|i 
 The child most mighty had Jupiter 
 
 Through excess his affection to woman 
 
 "do |i|t)eA6 f^Ab j-pitfof |*Ai) ceioe 6e. 
 Did make they embers in the fire of him. 
 
 V\i\,\i UlSlT* A^ll CArAljl t)A CflAOT 
 
 Have you not read of the city of Troy 
 
 X)] A5 Aicnje r)A 5C|\Aoi|*eAc 5Ciin)<\fAC 
 Had the tribe the spears powerful 
 
 C|te í)éleo 5fieAt)ArbA|v 5it)ij 
 Through Helen loving pleasant (elegant) 
 
 "Suit CAlllpAO T)A Wjlce A5Uf OiUcAO ACA. 
 
 That perished the thousands and more of them. 
 
 Teucf A At) IcAnb n^Ac Céc]]* 
 Behold the child son of Thetis 
 
 ^ic^llej* 3|iéA5AÓ iort)A|tCAC 
 Achilles Grecian arrogant 
 
115 
 
 See Hercules,^ Jupiter's son, 
 His fall every reader remembers — 
 Dejanira soon left lilm undone, 
 When roasting his carcass to embers ! 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 You've listen'd to stories of Troy, 
 Its heroes and proud pavilions once, 
 How Helen,^ the giver of joy, 
 Gave death to its mighty millions once. 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 You've heard of great Achilles' fame, 
 As you have abroad been travelling, 
 And how fair Polyxena*" came 
 And guided young Paris' javelin. 
 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Cjie Ttjéib A cun}^]i) le hé]t 
 Through excess his affection with maid 
 
 3uTt ]n)t]7^ A]]i CAob HA ciub^ifbe 
 Did go on side the misfortune 
 
 '^ When Dejanira found that Hercules had forsaken her for the 
 love of another, she sent him the fatal shirt which, the Centaur 
 Nessus had assured her, possessed the power of restoring his former 
 love. The poison of the Hydra of Lerna, with which this garment 
 was impregnated, soon pierced the marrow of his bones. In his tor- 
 ture, the hero raised his own funeral pile, and burned himself upon 
 mount Oeta in Thessaly. 
 
 5 Helena, the daughter of Jupiter and Leda, the most beautiful 
 woman of her time, eloped from her husband, Menelaus, king of 
 Sparta, with Paris the son of the king of Troy. This act of female 
 frailty occasioned a ten years' war which ended in the destruction 
 of that most famous city. It however produced the Iliad of 
 Homer. 
 
 6 Polyxena was the daughter of king Priam. Achilles, the scourge 
 of Troy, and the slayer of Hector, became enamoured of her 
 beauty, and claimed her in marriage. During the ceremony in the 
 temple of Apollo, he was treacherously slain by Paris. Polyxena 
 was afterwards sacrificed on the tomb of the hero. 
 
116 
 Jufi- -ft^^c |*)4t) 4 J^ó^ift t)^ ^jte^tti^f) é ! 
 
 Juf' éu^ ye t>Uér)4)t) o ^lb^m ! 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Teucf'A ?V^cceoi) 5|toióe 
 Behold Acteon valiant 
 
 That went under (to) the wood as a stag (horned buck) 
 
 C]te cleArA^b D|AT)A t)A fAÍ5eAb 
 Through intrigues of Diana of the arrows 
 
 3uil fftAC |*]A& A 5aÓA]J1 10l)A gjieAtl^AO é 
 
 Did tear they his dogs into bits him 
 
 TFeucfA cIaí) U|]-oeAC r)^|i |*ciiioc 
 Behold children of Uisneach not surrendered y 
 
 ^ t)i!i7C]5 le rt)n<\0| 50 lj-^lbA]T) y^ 
 
 That Avent with woman to Alba 
 
 C|ie é|5iot) cleAfA^b A17 1^15 
 Through wise intrigues of the king 
 
 Suit cAjUeAO le í)|tA0i5eAcb a i)-GArT)A|0 lAb. 
 Did perish by witchcraft in Emania ' them. 
 
 Cot)]iAO) i)eA|tcn)A|t n)e]c Div^jte 
 Conroy powerful son of Dairy 
 
 7K i)bú]cce U| Deiv^A bA caIida6 
 In the country of O Deagha so valiant 
 
117 
 
 How Actaeou'^ died a wild deer, 
 When Dian with antlei's adorned him ; 
 Some whisper 'twas meant for your ear, 
 To prove 'twas in wedlock she horn'd him ! 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 You've oft heard a Senachui sing 
 Of Deirdre^ the sorrowful story — 
 How for her great Connor, the king, 
 Left UUad's three champions gory. 
 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 See Conroy,^ the chief of his clan, 
 The highway of glory pursuing, 
 Never met with his match in a man. 
 Till Blanit consigned him to ruin ! 
 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Pújlt r)|oft cv^jieAO ]on<v l^T^ 
 Treachery not sent in his middle (heart) 
 
 Till brought he Blahnaid from Alba. 
 
 7 Actí3eon, the son of Aristeeus, turned into a stag, and devoured 
 by his own dogs, for accidentally seeing Diana naked, as she bathed 
 in a fountain. 
 
 8 Deirdre was a beautiful young lady, who was, from the period of 
 her birth, kept confined by Connor, king of Ulster, in a fortified 
 tower, because a Druid foretold that she would cause great distur- 
 bances in the kingdom. When Deirdre had arrived at womanhood, 
 Naois, a young gentleman of Connor's court, and one of the sons 
 of Uisneagh, aided by his two brothers, found means to bear off the 
 beautiful captive to Scotland. The king of that country received 
 the fugitives with great honour, till smitten by the fatal charms of 
 the lady, he formed a plan to take away the life of her lover. The 
 sons of Uisneach were forced to flee, and Connor learning their dis- 
 tress, by promises of pardon allured them over to Ireland, where 
 the three brothers were treacherously murdered by his order. For 
 this act of perfidy, Connor, abandoned by his own nobles, saw 
 Ulster ravaged from shore to shore, and bathed with the blood of 
 its bravest warriors. 
 
 9 For the story of Conroy, or Cumsb njAC Oi^lfie, see page 
 35 of this work, or Keating's Ireland, vol. i. page 403, Haliday's 
 translation. 
 
118 
 
 Ce^p cof^inz^ Y clú t)4 t)-dr)b4 ; 
 
 r4tt|i4ir)5 ^o C401T) 4r) f^eól, ic. 
 Jít)' léjMtie^c ^e^ii^ib r)4 í)-540)t>e4l, 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 TeucfA CaiIc rbejc CTie6|t) 
 Behold Tailc son of the mighty 
 
 Cu5 cu]tAr 5AT) 5Ó 50 b<M)bA 
 Gave journey vvithout doubt to Eanba 
 
 Cite MiArb T)A r)blA0i5 frolc CAf* yoffi 
 Through Niarah of the hair locks twisted golden 
 
 5uia CAiUeAÓ fAi) ijjleó le })0r5■<^l^ é- 
 That slain in the fight with Osgar him. 
 
 Teucf-A T]OX) 2Í)ac CáiT)Ail 
 Behold Fion Mac Cumhail 
 
 CeAp coi'ADCA Ajui* cUi i;a bAi)bA 
 Bulwark protective and fame of Banba 
 
 ^0 ceub t)uAi]i b|iof&Ai5 a piiifv 
 The jealousy when hastened his wrath 
 
 Sh|i rbAijib At) peA^t Cúil bo bA peAmtA Afj5e 
 Did slay the man behind that best he had 
 
 "biS l6ibTt)eAÓ ^eAiiA)b da u^AOibe^l 
 Tho' victorious men of the Gael 
 
 CiilucAÓ DA 2í)íbe DÍO|l 5lADAhA|l 
 Territory of Meath not cleared they 
 
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 See the powerful Talc-inac-Treon'° 
 Allur'd by Nea-Nua's tresses, 
 Beneath Oscar's battle-axe prone, 
 Died cursing sly Cupid's gesses ! 
 
 When writing a stanza divine, &e. 
 
 There's Fionn Mac-CooP^ the boast 
 Of Erin's ancient chivalry, 
 . Destroy 'd the best man of his host 
 Through jealousy, green-ey'd devilry ! 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 There are the warriors of Meath 
 Submitting to rapine and slaughter, 
 Till Turgesius'2 met with his death. 
 For love of king Malachy's daughter ! 
 When writing a stanza divine, &c. 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 Cu|t5e|*iu|' bíó ACA n<v ^15 
 Turgesius had they as a King 
 
 '5a\i CAiUeAÓ le bl')5Íot) 2l3AO]l]'eAclAit) . 
 Till perished by daughter of Malachy 
 
 '0 The story of Tailc-mac-Treon is already told at page 41 of this 
 work. 
 
 11 Fion-mac-Cumhail, the general of the Irish soldiery in the 
 reign of Cormac, monarch of Ireland, to whose daughter, the 
 princess Graine, he was married. Graine forsook her husband Fion 
 for love of Diarmid O Duibhne, whom the injured Fion afterwards 
 slew. 
 
 •2 The people of Ireland suffered the most galling oppression about 
 the middle of the ninth century, from Turgesius the Norwegian. 
 After many bloody engagements, the Irish in despair resigned the 
 struggle, and yielded to the swarms of fierce barbarians. At length, 
 Malachy, the king of Meath, fired with the insulting proposal sent 
 by Turgesius, demanding the princess of Meath as his mistress, 
 contrived to introduce by stratagem fifteen beardless youths disguised 
 as females into the castle of the tyrant. This gallant band, having 
 slain the chief oflScers, opened the gates to Malachy, who, with a 
 chosen body of men, put the garrison to the sword. Animated by 
 this event, the Irish rose upon their enslavers, and cut them off in 
 every part of the kingdom. After this great deliverance, Turgesius, 
 who was reserved for the hand of the executioner, was publicly 
 drowned in Lough Annin. 
 
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 le Wupc^t) t)-u<tjft léi^e^t)4|t W6í\k* 
 
 Civ; tee rfe'it cv;|ie<tt> -dt) c*p6m, 
 ^)t^ 6viT)e t>e pop V}^ t)ite4c^)t)T)e ! 
 
 Sjt) ni4|i' t)0 cv;r;e4t)4fi J^oitjeil, 
 '^i t>v)t)e ^^t) ceill i)4 u-4^4)|i|*e ; 
 ^r) ^)ttb4)|*D t)0 ifnúij oftc felt), 
 tt)e4U4D4|t \>é)te c-4C4|í4t3 1 
 r^ttjt^it)^ ^o c-dom <it) t^^eol, 
 ^i C4ft40 Vió 5-cl6t) í)4 j*e4t)4C4t> 
 *S -jAe^t^t^ tr)4|t 3t)ioit) 't)4 't) z-ól, 
 Se4C4)r) ^0 t>eó T)4 ^4l4t|t ym ?t 
 
 INTERLINEAR TRANSLATION. 
 
 With Murroug'h when they allowed Moir 
 
 S5eul cuiiiAi»)5eAc b(x6|i; bo bAt)b<x, 
 Story woful mournful to Banba 
 
 * This line runs thus in every version which I have yet seen — 
 "0 5Íui]ti]' r)u<siit cusAiDAji 2t)ói]i," which must be entirely 
 wrong, as the English could never sway the sceptre of Ireland had 
 it not been for DeA|tb^ó[t5Vil, whom the poet calls 2t3ói ft, wife 
 of Ct5eA]tt)ivo u<v HuAiitc, king of Brefny, who eloped with 
 OiAfxm<\i& rt)<vc 2l3u[ic<\6, king of Leinster. Or perhaps the 
 allusion is made to the Enghsh general Maurice Fitzgerald, who, 
 with Robert Fitzstephen, rendered important service to the cause of 
 Mac Murrough, who offered his daughter in marriage to either of 
 them as a reward for their zeal and faithful services ; but they had 
 too much honour to accept of the lady, because she had been for- 
 merly contracted to the Earl of Strangwell, when Diarmuid sohcited 
 his assistance from the crown of England. But the lady's name 
 appears to be ?\.oi|:e, and not 2l)ól]t. 
 
 t Our Irish poets always had a fancy for giving a chorus, which 
 is called in Irish " Cult piv," to their humorous songs, and our 
 blind bard swayed the palm in this respect. When any of these 
 songs were sung at the hearth of the cottier of a cold winter evening, 
 as was usually the case, the assembled multitude joined in the chorus, 
 a custom prevalent this day throughout Munster. I have in my 
 possession a large collection of Songs of this class. 
 
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