The Courtship of Ferb
Conor lay one night in Eman,
Heavy sleep had wrapped his frame,
Something rose to view, a woman
Towards his couch of slumber came.
Red her robe, with gold embroidered,
Far from mean her garments were,
And a golden crown was shining
On her silken, braided hair.
Thus the noble dame addressed him,
"Conor! good's the sign I bring!
Honour and good luck in all things
Wait for thee, illustrious king."
"Tell me what the future brings me," 5
Thus spoke Nessa's royal son,
"Glorious lady, tell the moment
When the strife shall be begun."
"Seven years hence thy forces gather,
Wives and boys the ranks fill full;
Then shall glory slay them, fighting
For the Dun—for Cualgne's Bull."
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