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Rh My man of worth for all my days, My Mani More, great Alill's son— Not once mine eyes to his to raise— I cannot bear it, life is done!

Upon his purple robe I look, His royal garb, and know with grief That none that vesture from him took Since first he stood, a weaponed chief.

He on the ground, his hand lies near, Cut by a blow some foeman dealt; And in a hero stands his spear. His head, it hangs at Conor's belt!

The heavy sword he well could wield Has Conor taken far from hence; And, where he fell, there lies his shield Wherewith for all he made defence.

Thrice fifty warriors lie around, Alas! they no protection gave; They sighed to leave their native ground. But bravely died, their prince to save. Rh