^6 THE BATTLE OF VENTRY. 



1015 Truagh an ghair 



donf tonn thragha re traigh, 



os adbath fer segha saer : 



saeth lium Cael do dhul 'na dhail. 



Truagh an tres 

 1030 doni an tonn 'sa traigh is theas : 



misi ro tharrnig mo re, 

 misdi de mo ghne re feas. 



Ceatha troma 

 donfd tonna thulcha leis : 

 10^5 misi nochan fuil mo main 



o ro maidh an sceil ro geis. g. 



[Marbh an gheis, 

 dubhach a he6in da heis : 

 mor doni domenma dhamh 

 1030 an dogra ro ghabh an gheis. g. 



Woeful the tune 



Which the wave of the strand makes against the strand. 



Since the stately noble man has died. 



Sad for me that Cael did go to meet him. 



Sad the strain 



Which the wave makes on the strand . . . 



As for me, my time is at an end, 



Worse is my shape ... 



Heavy the showers 



Which the waves make for him: ' 



As for me, there is no joy for me 



Since the . . . broke.' 



[Dead is the swan, 



Sorrovvful are his birds after him; 



Great sorrow gives to me 



The grief which has seized the swan. 



