in the Courtship of Ferb
He lies there in grisly manner,
the young man of Connaught with the flower of his
army.
Woe for his people—bright gleaming honour—
and woe for his fair companion!
I can do nothing for you,
for it is an evil deed that has been done to me.
My heart is broken therefor
while I look upon you, O boy!
VIII
Ferb.
Fiannamail comes here to us,
he was sought for by us:
how good also his demeanour in the house.
He is for ever separated from his kindred.
Fian.
O maiden, the message is painful
that you send sharply provoking me,
"That I have lost my kindred." Much was the valour
it it is here that they are fallen.
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