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 the youth; the war, my love, is near. To-morrow the enormous Dargo comes to try the force of our race. The race of Fingal he defies; the race of battle and wounds.

, I saw his sails like grey mist on the sable wave. They came to land. Connal, many are the warriors of Dargo!

me thy father's shield; the iron shield of Rinval; that shield like the full moon when it is darkened in the sky.