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 Thou never hadst a day of defeat with Carroll of
 * the beautiful garths.

He swore no lying oath, he went not against his
 * word.

Thou never hadst a day of sorrow, many a night
 * thou hadst abroad;

Thou hadst awaiting thee many a king with
 * many a battle.

O sword of the kings of mighty fires, do not fear
 * to be astray!

Thou shalt find thy man of craft, a lord worthy of
 * thee.

Who shall henceforth possess thee, or to whom
 * wilt thou deal ruin?

From the day that Carroll departed, with whom
 * wilt thou be bedded?

Thou shalt not be neglected until thou come to
 * the house of glorious Naas:

Where Finn of the feasts is they will hail thee with
 * 'welcome.'