The Courtship of Ferb
Ferb.
Blood-red swords of warlike Ulster
Came in strength from out the north;
Three times fifty valiant warriors
From the palace drove us forth.
Fian.
Though the guilty now escape us
Not for them the poet's lay!
Ulster east and west shall perish,
Connaught's sons are here to-day!
Ferb.
Fiannamail, the skilled in battle,
Listen ! all the tale I tell:
Two of those who came are living,
All the rest from Ulster fell.
Fian.
Name for me the two; who are they?
Tell me how in fight they fared!
Whither fled they, who, to hurt us.
Such a deed to do have dared?
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