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He reared a firm and even mound on the red fide of the hill, 

 and broke the king's crown upon the ftump of a tree, the laft 

 aflion of my vahant fon, 



Oscar. " Lift me up now, yc Fians, never did you hft me 

 " up before ; carry me to the funny hills, and take off my gar- 

 " ments." 



" Oh ! fon of vidory, death has come upon you — the fecond 

 " wound has not told a falfehood. The fhips " of your grand- 

 " father are at hand ; they come to our affiftance." 



All the Fians falutcd Fin, though he did not falute us. He 

 came to the hill of tears, where lay Ofcar of the fharp fword. 



Fin. " Oh ! my fon, you were in greater danger on the day 

 " of the battle of Dundalgin ' ; when the healing herbs were 

 " applied to your wounds, it was my hand that effedted your 

 " cure." 



Oscar. " My cure is now paft your fkill, nor will it ever be 

 " accomplifhed. Cairbre has wounded me with his feven-barbed 

 " fpear between the navel and kidney ; and I pierced him with 

 " my nine-barbed fpear where the hair joins the forehead — the 

 " phyfician will never heal the wound that my hand inflidted." 



" At the time of the battle of Gabhra, Fin is faid to have been on a voyage to 

 Rome (fee the Urnigh OiFian, ftanza 34) ; he is here reprefented by the poet as juft 

 returning from thence. 



' Now 



